She starts gazing out across the room again. I can see in her eyes even in the dim-lit bar; she is hunting prey. She does this for me, but she chooses...who. I only get a vote if I feel she isn’t safe.Suddenly, I see her break her gaze to zero in on a guy who had just come into the bar. I looked him up and down the same way she was doing at this very moment. I’d guess six feet, maybe two hundred pounds, but it looks like all muscle. The polo shirt he has on is bulging in all the places you see. "So, do you need two keys or one?" she laughed. "Two, please," Jasper answered. "We have someone joining us later." Rose wished there was a deep hole to escape and hide in, away from the amused look in the clerk's eyes. The girl probably thought she was a big slut, needing two men to satisfy her. She started to turn and run away, but Jasper had a firm grip on her shoulders. Reluctantly, she signed the credit card slip, and when the girl held out the keys, her shaking hand accepted them. Her. It's a wonder, though." Pause, while the sound of someone taking a sip of a liquid was heard. "I almost had a heart attack when I got here." I take it you didn't Google the place name like I suggested." I never had time." Her voice then dropped to an urgent, panicky whisper. "They're all NAKED here! Did you know RALPH is a nudist? My boss, is, a, NUDIST!" Your boss is named Ralph?" A little light had flashed inside my head."Yes, Ralph Hemingway." He has a wife, three kids, all under 10?" I. I reach in and take it out, reading the text, 'Good morning, you look yummy and fucking awesome'. I look around me, but cant see anyone looking directly at me or handling their mobiles.I type back, 'You have my attention, where are you?' I look up and cast another glance to see if anyone is texting back.My fingers vibrate as the answer come back, 'Close by, thinking how I would love to be between your black netted stockings, Mmmmmmmm'.As I read I could feel my muscles tighten as if squeezing on.