"Hi, I'm Molly," she said, "Molly Wren." She was pretty in a waif-like way, thin, with dark, medium length hair and big brown eyes. We shook hands, an... I felt so grown up."I'm sorry about the bottom bunk," I told her. "We can switch sometime if you want." That's okay," Molly said. She was arranging a couple of photographs on her desk, small photos in plain metal frames. One was of a young woman holding a little boy on her lap, the other of a man helping a little girl up onto a big white. Instead she seemed fascinated by her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator. I started walking towards her and her reflection and had just gotten my hand on her arm as the elevator opened and two middle aged men started to step out dragging their luggage behind them. ‘Sorry,’ I apologized. ‘She’s a little drunk.’ ‘Ice?’ she offered as she held out the brown bucket of ice. ‘No, thanks. Offering anything else?’ one of the old men sneered. ‘No, she’s not! She’s going back to OUR room. She didn't have the option of going home, since the house had been sold. Logic would dictate that she would try to get to her husband at the airport, though.How in the fuck did she break her conditioning? he thought for the tenth time.Ingles had gotten into his car, only to have to gas up, frustrating him even more at the wasted time. Cursing, he hit I-94 headed East, expecting her to go toward Saint Louis. He put the pedal to the metal as they say, but five miles later met a trooper sitting in. Maybe my last wish. You know you are the most beautiful nurse around here…’ She don’t know why, but a wicked thought suddenly enters her mind. As the thought explodes through her mind she feel how she start creaming her panties. The thought of the old man feeling her up suddenly makes her hot all over. Why not, who will know? ‘I will let you have a look, just because it is your birthday. This is a one time thing and will never happen again.’ She enjoys the way that the old man’s eyes lit up..