Far quieter than the inn had been and quieter than anything I remembered. Even my time at home before I'd started inhabiting retirement homes and elde... care facilities hadn't been so quiet. The quiet was more a product of my feeling alone and far from anything or anyone I knew.I sat around a while, then tried going for a walk, but the driveway emptied directly out onto the highway and I didn't want to be walking alongside it with the sun going down and the light fading, so I turned around and. We took our dinner altogether. Then we came to our floor for sleeping. My sister and I say good night and then we went to our respected rooms.I have a habit of doing push-ups before going to bed. So, as usual I was doing so. After 50 push ups I decided to wash hand and face and then go to sleep because it was around 11:30. So, I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was attached with my sister’s room. I went to the bathroom trough the veranda. I washed myself. Then while coming I saw the light of. I started to follow when she abuptly stopped and turned, glaring angrily. I took the cue and dropped on all fours and continued following her. I’m not complaining – she has an incredible ass! I realized we were in the suite of some swanky hotel as we reached the living room. She called room service and ordered a plate, a spoon and a fork, “when he rings the bell, go get it,” she said, and started fingering herself. I sat on my haunches like the good slave-dog that I’ve been made and watched. My meal was good, complete with a couple more stops from Raina. We had some chit-chat, and she warned me about a speed trap in a town down the road as she left my check. I signed the restaurant copy and left her a good tip. After a short mental debate, I turned the other copy over and wrote on the back: If you’re bored after work, text me. I’m in the hotel just up the road, and would love to see more of you. I left my phone number under the note and left it on the table under her pen.I got to.