When the door opened, Angie gasped in surprise and awe. She had never seen a hotel room as opulently appointed as this one. Furnishings, china, silver...are, and fixtures all spoke of an elegant, highly refined, and probably extremely expensive eye for details. She wanted to look more later, but her first concern was beginning to stir and groan beside her. She looked at Thomas with love and concern in her eyes and said, ‘I’m right here, Master. I’ll take care of you.’ Angie got Thomas onto the. “It’s not the same,” he said.“Yes it is!” I exclaimed, pausing to take a deep breath. “I don’t want you to go.”“Neither does Lexi,” he said, “But I just feel like it’s something I have to do.”I raised my voice, “But it’s not! It’s what dad wants for you. I wouldn’t be able to handle it here without you, and I can’t even think about you being killed…”There was a long silence between us. Only the sounds of waves crashing and trees flowing in the wind could be heard. Our eyes never met during the. .." I said. "....And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'"Because you're a dirty fucker!" You don't know that for sure. I've never put the moves on you." I said, because I hadn't."None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."She had me pegged I must say."Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?" Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who. I took a quick shower. After drying off I opened the bathroom door to find her sitting up in bed. “Ahhhh, you showered without me.” “I wasn’t sure. After all, showering together is pretty intimate. I wasn’t sure you were ready for that.” I kept a straight face. “You weren’t sure….?” She then realized I was teasing. She headed for a shower. We sat in my kitchen eating breakfast, her in panties and me in briefs. We had great conversation, but she kept looking out the sliding door at my glassed in.