But because she’d been up late, I didn’t want to rush her. I waited another five minutes and knocked on her door five minutes early.When she opene... the door, neither of us said anything. We just looked at each other for a moment, trying to judge, I think, if the night before was what we remembered.“I didn’t sleep,” she confessed. “I did, but not well.”“I tried to watch a movie three times and couldn’t concentrate. I think last night surprised us both a little.”“I think that might be an. Did I just have a conversation with a cat? How could he have known about the condoms? I don't ever remember telling a cat about my sex lifeI turned around and the cat was right behind me, in fact, I almost tripped over him. Oddly, he smelled like my boyfriend Allen. The strange feline rubbed up against my leg and purred. "You didn't have to tell me about your sex life, I already knew." How could you?" I asked, somewhat confused.The cat just laughed and changed colors, "Because I can read your. Nobody is home, so you don't have to worry and relax." I told her not worry since most maids are scared to have an intimate relationship in the house, as some cases, it lead to their expulsion from the country or worse being beaten and then thrown out. She turned around and looked at me in not the same look as before. Something about the look just let me know that she saw me in a non platonic way. With the experience I had today with girls body language, I know it was the time to kiss her,. As I pushed it open, there was a heavy air of cheap perfume hanging in the air, and as the door closed it revealed all the exotic dancers and various stages of undress.There was a bottle of Vodka opened and being used by all the girls, and as I passed one she asked me if I was an act, meaning a stripper, my netted stocking being the catalyst for the question.I shook my head and made for the end cubical of three, went in and locked the door. Sitting down and controlling my bladder, my.