So I asked him if it was okay if my mom was sleeping in that room when he was fixing the AC.He told there is absolutely no problem and had a smile on ...is face. I showed him the room. He said that he has to lock the room because he was dealing with delicate parts of the AC and if the door is being open or closed, it will cause disturbance and the AC will get damaged. Before I could say anything, he went inside the room and locked it.I wanted to see how he fixed the AC but I didn’t want to. I don’t know why, may be because I was a male and because I was stronger I won and overtook her right on the bent.“So, you’ve lost, young lady”, I said and looked straight into her eyes.“I did, you’re a good rider”, she said and her voice didn’t sound too confident anymore. “So, how about giving my cock a ride now?”, I said imitating a Texas accent.We approached the park and got off our bikes. Maggie, it was her name, followed me in the park and when we found a place away from people’s eyes I. It was time to see If my guess’s about her were correct. When I reached the French doors opening to the balcony, I could no longer hide my presence from her and stepped boldly through the doorway, then to the side. Standing with my back to the door that was closed I knew that if she were to turn around, all she would see was my silhouette, diffused by the lights of the hallway. A dark figure, no more than that. She didn’t turn, but I could sense that she felt my presence. An awareness of her. It’s someone from room service, and he hands me a small, giftwrapped box. I ask who sent it, and he merely replies that his job is to deliver things, not ask questions. I am now very suspicious, no one except the restaurant people know we’re here, and they brought me a fancy dessert for my birthday, so why would they send anything else? We didn’t tell the hotel about my birthday, so they wouldn’t have sent anything to us, and surely, if they had, the bellhop would have said something like.