He was a sorry-looking individual. Wearing the traditional porter uniform, well-worn and shiny with too many trips to the dry cleaner, he adorned its ...houlders with copious dandruff from his receding hair. He was in his forties, meek, had an air of indifference, and was by no means the hotel's prime asset. A loser one would ungratiously say. Susan asked him if she could have the dress pressed, the one she intended to wear to the wedding. This would be OK - " just ring reception when it is. At this point off came all the girls’ tops and skirts. It was bikini time.Now, having just seen a strip show and a private lap dance two days prior in Bangkok this wasn’t a big thing for us. But still I was finding it hard to tear away my eyes from the big ass of Lisa, or the petite cute one of Becky and of course the perfectly shaped round mounds of delicacy owned by Ellie. I was praying to god that I would get a chance to slide my dick into one of those before the day was over. If not that at. He was about 5’11” and 165 lbs. He wasn’t horribly muscular, but he could stand up to most people and be considered in shape. He found his mom in the kitchen.“What’d you need, mom?” he asked as he grabbed a glass of water.“You know Mr. and Mrs. Stephens from church?” He nodded his head as he gulped down water. “Mrs. Johnson’s mother just became very ill and is in the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Stephens need to leave town for a few days, and they need to do it quick. They wondered if you’d be. “I know it is a holiday and work is supposed to be off limits, but I have a couple questions that I need answered. Am I out of bounds if I ask them today?” I asked.“Any questions you have, we ought to listen to,” Frank replied.I stuck my head in the room, “Vicky, the men and I are going over to the command center for a few minutes.”“Play the recording you made this morning,” I instructed the duty man who was just getting ready to change shifts.Vicky and I were part of a very candid conversation.