I left the bath room light on, as a nightlight for when I came back to the room.I went down the elevator to the lobby and then out the front doors and...stood under the entryway awning, and breathed in the cool, early morning air. A slight breeze was blowing. A few of the brighter stars were still out, even with the city lights, and I stood still, thinking about what I'd witnessed up in our hotel room. Did I feel---uncertain about what had just happened? Did I feel afraid? I felt none of that.. This isn’t my house so I’ll need to get the owner.” As she turned around, Beverly and Cody were approaching her.Beverly asked, “Officer, what seems to be the problem? We’re not doing anything wrong here.” Everyone there had stopped talking and was watching, wondering what was going on.“Well ma’am,” he said to her, “There have been complaints about the noise and we were sent to investigate and quiet things down. Are you responsible for this party?” “Well, not exactly Officer, you see it’s a. I won’t. He isn’t talking. Impatiently I turn my head, about to spew out everything I’m thinking for once, when his hot lips meet mine. It’s a shock and I try to pull back, but he doesn’t stop. He tugs me closer to his body, running his hands up my back. One cups the back of my neck, the other drags over the side of my face. His tongue flirts across my bottom lip. It’s subtle but I can sense the question here- ‘Is this okay?’ It is. My mouth sighs and he’s inside, giving and taking. The kiss. 01 am that Monday, it wasn't just my boss that was in the room. The under-secretary was there pouring himself a coffee; but that didn't stop Mr P from giving me the usual derogatory butt squeeze under the tail of my suit jacket.I wore a skirt today - knowing what I'd be walking right into. I also didn't wear any underwear, to save the time and embarrassment: something that I now regret, since he didn't wear a condom that day.Mr P is a very large man in stature: tall and very fat. He reprimanded.