I was used to always having a partner. I was one of those guys that just didn't want to be alone.Maybe it was time that I tried.Yeah, I missed DJ. But...the driving force in me rebounding with her was the need of someone... anyone ... to be with me. I had NEEDED someone to love, someone to love me.Maybe it was time I learned to get along on my own.What was it Brooke had once told me? I had to grow up and stop letting stuff happen TO me. I'd made small changes, but life was still coming AT me and. I took my bag & gave the waiter some money he was smile in that bad wayW-thank you mam if you need any help plzz call meM- can I get a bigger towel?W-sorry mam but every towel in this hotel is the same sizeM-u should keep big towelW-ok mamHe went outside of the room so I remove my towel but I complete forgot the room door was slit open & suddenly the waiter enter in the room I shouted & cover my boob with one hand & with another hand I cover my pussyM- you should knock the door ( I was feeling. I am prepared to take off just my top so you can wank looking at my bra.”I turned around and looked at her. Even though I was bluffing, something in my eyes caused her to take a step back.“Val” I said, laying my hands gently on her shoulders, “you are taking the lot off if you want to see my cock today”She looked at me then nodded.We went back into the lounge and she stood there for a few seconds. I tilted my head to the side as if to say “Get on with it” and she started to strip.Off came her. The motel I had booked into was on the edge of town, right next to a small stable with a training yard for show horses where every morning and evening two or three would be put through their routines. Because the river at that end of town was subject to occasional flooding most buildings, including the motel were built up on stilts and as the veranda running along the front of my wing gave me an excellent view, I got into the habit of spending half an hour or so out there with a drink before.