Daddy peered round his office door and turned back to me, face beaming with excitement. "He's arrived. Look sharp, Clarie, don't slouch." He walked ou... and I followed. "Mr Cox, lovely to see you again," a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook hands with my father and hugged. "You too, Enrique, how is your father, recovering I hope," Daddy said, with a chuckle. Enrique smiled widely and nodded, "Recovering well,. ” She wiggled out of the room and came back as I turned the water off. I watched her undress as I dried. She was an absolute Thoroughbred. Bubble butt, but not fat at all. A tattoo on one cheek. Those two little dimples on the small of her back that girls who are built just right have, I love them. And the line of her, from her crack, up her spine to her neck. Sleek as a sixties muscle car. She turned to reveal a pair of huge, full, surgically enhanced breasts. A flat tummy, not chiseled, still. After a few minutes I got nervous and glanced over my shoulder, Jarvis was slipping something to the bus boy. As we returned to our motel room Jarvis confided 'David, you may not have noticed the bus boy, but I did'. I looked quizzically at him, Jarvis continued 'twice I saw him looking at you hard when you went to the toilet and when you went over to the desert table. I invited him back here after his shift I told him I'll have you ready for him when he arrived, you should have seen the smile. That was part of him too, now. The ruined lump that had been his left ear was still his left ear and she kissed it. Then she turned his head and kissed his good cheek as his relief found exit from his body through sobs.“I’ll try to stop,” he moaned, as his right hand came to her hair and stroked it.“You don’t have to,” she said. “It’s okay. It’s not hurting anything.”She had to hold him for fifteen more minutes before he could stop crying. Then, and only then, did she feel like she could go.