It was a cold night, somewhere in the high twenties, so I waited in my car and jumped out anytime I saw a car driving by. After a few passersby I got ... red Jeep Cherokee to pull into the spot next to me. "Excuse me, sir. My battery died, do you have jumper cables?" I asked the guy as he got out of his car. He was tall, at least six feet. Or at least that's tall to me, I'm only five foot three. He had brown eyes, a large nose and an untrimmed brown beard. He looked like the guys from Duck. Then he made the bed with a satin sheet. The covered that with the towels and the regular sheet.“Well, this is oddly well planned,” I told him eyeing him suspiciously.“A lucky coincidence. I travel with them, for. You know. Self-massaging. Of the lower kind. I have to admit I have jerked off to you, your stories a few times on them.”“Oh.”I looked at the bed and how meticulously it was made. Craig stood there with the bottle of oil. Now it was my turn.“I just want to make you feel good Bella,”. "I am elated that you have beenhaving such a fine time. Now please excuse me, this place obviouslyneeds a thorough cleaning!"The doctor backed nervously out the door as Nurse got a feather duster,broom and pan from a closet and began working furiously.She dusted inside the bedroom closet! Under the bed! Under the settee!There would have been no escape from discovery for them, had she come amere five minutes earlier.She moved into the library and dusted and swept there as well, all thesurface,. She walked out of the tunnel. Under a streetlight, she pulled the key that he had dropped into her pocket. It was for a room in the Hilton. A half hour later, she exited the Hilton elevator at the top floor. She had needed the key to access the floor. She found the room — double doors — and knocked. No one answered. She let herself in with the key. The suite was magnificent. She walked through the rooms, touching the overstuffed furniture with their soft fabrics. A bottle of champagne was.