Wrapped in her towel, Rosalyn pulled open the doors of her wardrobe. Though she normally preferred uniforms of a more military cut, that wasn’t what...she would wear tonight. No, her usual tactics wouldn’t work here. Fortunately, Rosalyn had a plan, and that plan called for a gown. She knew exactly which one, too. It was new, something she’d commissioned to placate her dear old mother. Mother had always been difficult, though Rose suspected she would say the same of her. Mother had always wanted. ““I would sooner discuss things with Alan first before taking things to the next stage.”“Yes, I suppose that you’re right.” He said with a sigh.She saw the look of disappointment on his face and leant closer to him. “But maybe I could stretch to a handjob,” she whispered.A look of relief came over his face. “That... that would be very much appreciated.”“If you slip me your room card I will leave you to finish off your drink.”She noticed his hand tremble as he took his card from his pocket and. She was still asleep, thanks in part to the prescription Julie'd brought home with them, and so they left her and had a companionable if somewhat quiet breakfast.Afterwards Vashti went into the dining room and began to slowly and carefully clean up. Julie joined him not long after and as they worked on finding every shard of porcelain, he rattled off a stream of Russian at her."Not ... so ... quick, Vashti. Make slower." Sorry, not thinking. You have good time last night?" Yes, yes ... much .... She’d reveled in it for a long time.And then realized it was empty. The sex was awesome and a pleasant diversion but going through boys and girls – and even some men and women – wasn’t fulfilling her. The people she’d slept with ultimately didn’t care about her. She’d just traded one form of being discarded for another.It wasn’t easy to put the genie back in the bottle – and she’d found she had an incredibly over-active libido - but she’d stopped. She put away the hyper-sexed part of her. She.