I agreed and we headed for the elevator. We got up there and found the right channel on the TV. Etienne ordered down for some more drinks and snacks. ...s with most hotels, the best place to watch was sitting together on the bed. We took off our shoes for comfort. It felt a little odd to be sitting on a bed with a man. The game came to an end and we were still sitting there. Etienne asked if I wanted to watch a movie since we hadn't finished our room-service snacks. I was OK with it so he pulled. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties fashion with large flowers in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare. Marissa sensed that something bad must have happened. Amber had been too quiet over the past two days. It wasn’t so much that she was silent, as Amber never had been very talkative, however the tone of her silence was different from before. It seemed that her strength was beginning to fail. Marissa knew that she needed to do something about it, but no opportunity had presented itself. She found her head swirling with the thoughts of her friend. ‘Mind if I sit here?’ she heard a voice ask. ‘No. Have you thought of any names you want for our boy or girl?” John asked. “Well, I know this is cliché, but if it's a boy, I wanna name him John Jr. if you don't mind,” I replied. “No, I like that. You are right, it is a little cliché honestly. But I do like it. What about a girl's name though?” John asked. “Well I know cliché again, but-” I replied. “You wanna name her Callie?” John asked. Then I gave him a look. Not a dirty look though, just a look. “What? What's that look for?” John asked..