The woman will take me hard by the arm and drag me to the side, where she’ll strip-search me in front of everyone. Then she’ll drag me into the el...vator. Fifteenth floor. Ding. And she’ll push me into his room. ‘Good evening, Sophie,’ he’ll say. ‘Good evening, Michael,’ I’ll say. I know to say. WHAM! Martha kicks me under the table. ‘What?’ ‘He’s calling you,’ she points behind me, and I turn to see Michael. I bolt to my feet. He’s never early. Why is he early? I’m so shaken that I. He was dressed to the nines, and I in my stupid old jeans and tight "Fuck you have a nice day" t-shirt. Yet, somehow, my rather dank appearance drew his eyes to me. I sat there, alone with my coffee in the hotel lobby. Of course my date was late. Go figure. Probably off with some super model skank who only eats once a month. Don't me wrong, I'm skinny, but I'm not afraid to be myself. So I sat there sipping my tea, and then we locked eyes. He stood up and came over to me. He sat down. His eyes. "I should have protected her better."Jeanie and her husband looked at each other, wondering just what he meant by that, as it could be taken several different ways."We were looking for John," Jeanie said covering the awkward pause."They didn't get him out?" Fiona said in alarm. "He told me to go and not to worry about him. Oh, God! Oh, GOD! Daddy!" Il mio angelo piccolo, I will find out what has happened to this John person." Daddy, he was trapped. He has a cast on. He made me go."Just then the. Hoping against hope, it’s just our imagination. But there it is again. It’s unmistakable. Someone’s unlocking the front door. Ethan’s eyes are open wide in fright.“Who the fuck’s that?” He hisses.“Baby, are you okay?” It’s Jess. Fucking Jess! She’s left the club and come home to check up on me. I frantically zip up, struggling to contain my painfully hard cock, as I quickly head down the passage to stall her.“Are you okay?” She asks again. “You should have let me come with you.”“You should go.