Knock.) ‘Who is it?’ she replied, as she ran to the bathroom to get her robe and put it on, knowing it had to be Steve. ‘Room service, I’m h...re with your towels.’ She started toward the door closing her robe as the voice confirmed that it was Steve on the other side. She paused when she noticed herself in her dresser mirror, sure she had a robe on now, but her hair was still a mess. She grabbed her brush and started brushing her hair frantically trying to make it look somewhat decent as she. Now there is something you have to dofor me, but I will explain later."We both left Marco with four pairs of his marvellous shoes. Any morepackages and the taxi would not have room for us. We soon stopped at afashion house whose name I did recognise. This was a top house, in thesame league as Dior, Chanel and Givenchy. Once again we clatteredthrough the door with our packages and as usual Vanessa was fussed overas I stood like a little mute. We sat. Pierre the proprietor, was a realdandy and I. Selena had brought a couple cups of yogurt from the breakfast tray in her room anyway, so it was no problem. If things hadn't changed, at noon they would all leave their doors open when they left and Selena could walk the floor and eat her yogurt inside to get her exercise around the big room. She and Deneigh had done it a few times last summer when it was too hot to go out and walk; now it was too cold.Sure enough at 5 after 12 she opened her door to a ghost town of inner offices and the. .." What?" Samantha reluctantly moved from my arms. "Well we will just have to feed that wonderful body of your before we ravish it. But don't you think that you can toy with my affections without giving me an opportunity of returning the favor missy!" Her humor touched me and I returned her warm smile as we wrapped our hair in towels. Samantha handed me a big fluffy towel to wrap around my nakedness and off to the kitchen we went. I followed Samantha, watching her graceful body move under her.