She hoped that anyone looking on might assume Hayden had had too much to drink and needed to be helped to her room. When they had made their way to a ...ack hallway, Hayden indicated a door and said, “In here. Without your finger up my snatch, I’m starting to get chilled. I think we both need warming.”Kristen looked at the door that was clearly marked “Employees only.” “Should we really go in here?” she asked.“Should you be going into any small, private room with a strange woman?” asked Hayden,. But this man wasn't Ray, who was home studying, and had no idea where she was, what she was doing or who she was doing it with.She was, in fact, stretched out on the back seat of a car parked in a deserted alley near her hospital and being screwed senseless by a handsome, charming, black orderly named Malcolm Lewis.For just a moment, she wondered if Ray would have cared even if he had known. But then her pale body began to tremble as this new lover's deep, rhythmic thrusts started pushing her. Unfortunately the place was about empty, to guys sitting at a table and a bored bartender polishing glasses. Well I am here so what the hell. Took a seat at the bar and ordered up a beer. “Kinda dead out tonight.” I said as the bartender brought me my beer.“Yeah it is, it’s a weeknight you know how it is. But you should have been here Saturday the place was really jumping.” Another one that believes in time travel.There were all kinds of suggestions on he men’s room wall where I went to. "Every time the guy on the floor began to say something, Sam pushed hard on his back to keep him quiet.When there was a knock on the door, Sam and I both stiffened. I motioned for him to stand behind the wall of the bathroom and watch the door through the mirror. I moved to the side of the door and yelled, "Who is it?"Thump, thump, thump, thump. Four silenced rounds came through the door with one of them catching the still standing electronics tech in the arm. He yelled and fell to the floor..