. I reeled.There isn't anything more grotesque than a drunken woman, or perhaps that would be an old, fat and ugly drunk woman. Anyway, I was feeling ...iserable, and probably looked so, but I didn't dare to look at myself in the mirror.I knocked irresolutely at the door of room 314. A distant voice instructed me something in a language I hadn't run into by then. I must had sobered up a bit since my mind was clear enough to assume I should wait, but when nothing happened for a minute or so, I. John seemed to be stuck pondering if she was serious or not.“You’re not a kid,” he said.“No. No, I’m not,” she replied, hands behind her back, swivelling her hips side-to-side. “Thank you for noticing.”He folded his arms as he continued to eye her. It offered Sienna a good look at the mesmerizing tattoo sleeve covering his left forearm. Finally, John nodded. “Drink it.”She tilted her chin aside and peered at him from the edge of her narrowed eyes. She felt a twinge of disappointment. Part of. Legs,” Mrs. Levy said as I leaned against the counter, taking a sip of my drink.“Who would have known that Santa had something much nicer than that in his pants?” one of her other friends said, netting her a few laughs.“Agreed! Santa is quite sexy in boots and tights!” Janice added.“Oh, yes. If I weren't married, dear, you'd be in trouble!” Mrs. Levy said as she ran her hands up and down my body from a distance.“But looking never hurt nobody,” I said, tipping my glass to her.“No it does not!. ”“Don’t be silly Jean,” he replied, “you’re a sensual woman.”“Stop making excuses for me David, l’ve entered into a sexual relationship with my son, a son who has learning difficulties. I have no excuse.”“So l take it you ended up having sex, is that it?”“Yes, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Henry came home early from the shop to find me naked on the bed with Paul fucking me.”“Oh,” he said, “what is he going to do about it?”“I don’t know,” she replied, “he spent most of last night calling me a.