Come here Beth, my father called out to me. I would like to talk to you please. Okay daddy, I said as I walked over to his bed. Come here sweetie, he...said as he lifted me up and placed me down next to him. Yes daddy Sweetie, I know what youve been doing. Once that came from his mouth, my heart fucking exploded in my chest. Huh daddy? You do? I asked. Yes baby. I know youve been coming in here every night and touching daddy while hes sleeping. Daddy, if you were sleeping, then how did you know. “I told you not to do shrooms before we went.”“I’m fine…”But it came out in a haze. The steam was getting to me, the hot water rising up through every pore, as though the mushrooms were cooking inside of my mind. Beneath the water in the whirlpool, I thought I sensed something. It curled around my leg, jolting me up and away from its hard and glassy grip on my thighs.I would touch down at the part where the tentacles seem to appear, clawing at the invader only to find that nothing rubbed. "Or your alternative, which I regret to sayis to stay here and eat room service. The kitchen's gone all out forthe welcoming banquet, remember, they told us that at the front desk.Which may be why the featured room service specials tonight are" --she leaned over a menu on our desk -- "plain hamburgers or grilledcheese sandwiches. Also what they call here 'Twice-baked Pizza' --that's got to be yesterday's pizza reheated, have they no shame?Here's the menu, see for yourself. Your choice. I intend. ‘Thanks Paul!’ She chirped. Gemma’s father had sold their penthouse flat some years ago, and as soon as she could afford to, she’d bought a third floor, two bedroom place in the same building. Something about the old fashioned carpets in the foyer downstairs, and the way the doormen would smile knowingly when she returned from a night of debauchery, just felt like home. As she reached her floor the lift came to a stop. ‘5…4…3…2…1…’ she held her breath. The doors opened after the predictable.