Do you mind if we run upstairs so I can freshen up?”“Of course not. I probably need to do the same.”I motioned for the bill and quickly paid. I ...ated being rushed, but I hated being late even more. Sarah seemed to sense my anxiety, as she hugged my arm as we walked to the elevator. “What room are we heading to?”“Thirteenth floor...room 69.” Chapter 8: Permission My head started to spin as the elevator quickly ascended.“Did that Shiraz hit you? You’re looking a bit flushed.” A hint of concern. ."Well I did.Motioning for Winnie, I quickly caught her up on Regina's problem, and we took her to the yacht, had the night cook get her something nourishing, and chatted with her while she literally destroyed her dinner. This child was hungry. Doing the math, I realized she hadn't eaten in at least twelve hours.That made me mad.Winnie took Regina to a stateroom near ours and gave her a nightgown and all the toiletries she's need to get ready for bed. While they had girl time, I jogged back to. Then he pushed hard with his nose against the inside of her left thigh, which made her spread her legs a little more. She had realized the Rotty was going to do whatever he wanted and she was not strong enough to prevent anything and at this point she was so emotionally and physically exhausted half of her wanted to resist and half of her wanted to give in so it would be over.The dress had now slipped to her lower back due to her new arched state; the Rotty put his front paws around her waist. All my joints were a mass of pain. I turned on the shower, stumbled in, and let the water fall on me.I stayed in there until the hot water ran out. Then I stumbled out, exhausted. I needed to get to bed. I wrapped myself up in a towel and crept out into the house. It was late, well past midnight, and the house was silent. No one would catch me. I climbed the stairs, groaning every time. They were an evil invention, steps. Just foul. I clutched at the railing, whimpering by the time I reached.