‘Oh she’s not a hooker, that’s his wife. I’ve been with this hotel for the last seven years, and the guy I took over from said they had been c...ming here for three years before that. We have a nickname for them – they’re the Wednesday couple.’ Desperate to stall for time so I could compose myself more, I started to put my stuff away, taking calming breaths and not feeling very calm at the end of them. I said. ‘Ok I’ll bite. You call them that because they come here every Wednesday, I take it?’. Hervoice sounded like it was coming from a speaker phone, but the tone ofher voice indicated that she was genuinely concerned. "Yea, I guess, I 'm a little sore. Can you let me out of this?" David, that just it, I can't seem to get control of the computer. Itwas all going according to plan and then you started it on thatintervention program. When that kicked in I lost all control. I lostthe audio and video feed. The door is locked. My console doesn't work.I just figured how to work this. Thomas tugged at the collar, but the leather didn't budge. He sighed and wandered into the lounge. His phone was on the coffee table but his clothes, along with his underwear, money and bus ticket, were nowhere in sight. Thomas sent a text to his mother and looked at the clothes Sera had left for him. The trousers weren't too loose, but they sat low on his hips, he felt odd without boxers, having not gone without since that fateful day when Sera has found him in the Grange. The boots, black. We introduced ourselves and made small talk, while drinking the champagne the scantily clad servant had set out for us. There was a dark haired stunner with green eyes and a shy smile. Next to her was, a young Latina girl with sharp features. Lastly, a dirty blonde with a goofy grin - possibly stoned. And me, a curvy beauty with auburn hair. My name is Steph, and I’m told I have a nice smile (and a pretty great butt).We finished one bottle of champagne and were most of the way through another.
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