Muted pulses of disco music penetrated the tranquil stillness of the suite. I tapped my foot on the carpeted floor while I carried on with my inspecti...n of the room. On the wall to my left there was a white marble counter in front of a mirror that extended to the ceiling where the bride and her girls could adjust their hair and makeup. I tossed back my shot. Good stuff. I knew that what I was doing was wrong. I had come to this party as Karen’s date and here I was secretly meeting with another. Rolling out of bed, I awkwardly pull on my underwear and stumble to the shared bathroom to pee and shower. I'll be at work in forty minutes prepping to prepare breakfast for sixty-plus overnight guests. Even if the pay isn't great and the early hours suck, at twenty-two, I'm lucky to have this job as number three line chef at one of northern Vermont's premier historic Inns. Twenty-one other people also work at the restaurant, the majority of which are seasonal hires, with over half of those. Jean had organised a hotel close to the beach and the nightlife. Her plan was to lie in the sun during the day and then to party all night long. I was well up for it. I mean, I wasn't over the hill quite yet and so why shouldn't I enjoy myself?The first day went exactly as I expected. We sunbathed until the sun was extinguished by the sea, then went back to our hotel for dinner. After throwing on our party gear, we hit the clubs. We started at the closest, where we gathered around the bar. Jean. “I so wanted to kiss you when we hugged. I never wanted to kiss anyone so badly as I did then.” “I wished you had. I wished I had.” A soft chuckle from the other end of the line. “Would you think me wicked if I were to tell you that I wanted to touch you...to have you touch me.” She curls up on the couch with her legs under her now. “Touch me where?” The phone silent. Then the soft intake of air. “You know where.” Squeezing her legs together, unable to ignore the growing heat in her sex, it was.