After I finished my shopping, I asked the lone employee near the front of the store if there was someone who could ring-up my purchases. The lady was ...own on her knees working on a display. She was a bit better than average looking, on the chubby side, which I don't mind at all, and she was flashing a huge amount of big-breast cleavage. Rather than getting up and going to the register, she called out, "Emily, can you take care of this lady?"Out of the back came Emily. Holy shit. What a super. When I got close enough to the stage I could hear them talking and giggling. I just knew I had times it right. I slowly made my way to the back curtains found the opening and peeked in over the couch again.They were standing in front of the couch and like the day before the front stage curtain was closed giving them what they thought I am sure privacy. I watched as they looked at each other and then gently kissed, embracing each other. I watched as they both started to caress each other's. He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??. Once you got going, it seemed like you were soaring out over the whole world. Well, one time I had gone up there to read for a while after lunch and I got to daydreaming I guess. I had put my book down, and was twisting the rope by pushing myself in a circle with my feet. Then, when my toes wouldn’t touch anymore, I’d let myself go and spin back the other way. Because it was such a long rope, it seemed like each twirl lasted for hours. Maybe it did, because the next thing I knew, Uncle Jamie.