Have to... hurt... hurt so much?" I'm afraid so, Tonya," he said, apologetically, "You'll learn how to work through the pain, and then maybe even make...it work FOR you; you know, like, 'No pain, no gain'? Oh, not meaning to change the subject, but are you hungry?" Yes! Can I have something to eat, please?", Tonya asked."Certainly!", he replied, "Let me loosen these restraints, and we'll see about getting you fed." SHE... won't be there... will she?" Nancy?", he responded, "No, just you and me at. She never talks a lot. Luna is sweet and adorable, 5'3'', long brown hair and sparkly green eyes, likes sleeping more than anything else and always has this dreamy look on her face. She also has regular night terrors and would curl up in someone else's bed - preferably yours - whenever she wakes up scared in the dark. You don't mind it - she's warm and cuddly and it's a good feeling being the strong big protective brother.Tiffany hits your leg with hers, taking you out of your thoughts. "John. Hell, I hardly ever ordered room service, to begin with, unless nothing else in the hotel was open. That’s why this whole cataclysmic event was such a stunning surprise.He was sweet, handsome and eager. Very masculine in looks, but charmingly boyish in his overcoming a more obviously shyer nature to please guests, no doubt for tips and kudos.He swore in the aftermath of never having done anything like this with a guest before, and to this day, I’m not really sure why he did… or we did… or how. I pull you toward me, brushing my lips lightly against your fingers, your cheek and finally your warm, soft lips. You open to me, and I taste the rich red wine again beneath your tongue. This kiss is what we’ve been building toward---this moment of electric connection. Lingering, I tangle my fingers in your hair and your touch traces fire down my neck to my shoulders. Your eyes burn into mine, reflecting the flames in the fireplace. Your lips press against mine, your tongue exploring.