As much as I appreciated her generous offer,the thought of that fiery-maned witch having my sissy hubby alone,boyfriend or no boyfriend, was more than...I could handle. I trustedFaye."Go, have a good time," I urged genuinely. "If anyone deserves it,it is you. I'll be fine here."Faye cupped my cheek with her hand, gently scraping my flesh withher talons in the way Angie did so well."I'll call you soon," she murmured, smiling.They all slid out and made their way towards the rear corridor. Myguess. Appearances." He nodded. She placed her hand at the back of his neck luring his big face to hers and kissing him soundly. "You'll come help me celebrate though." The evening is ours, my dear." I take it you're not expected home for awhile."He kissed her again. "I'll meet you in an hour. I'll send room service with fine celebratory food and champagne about the time I arrive. Sound good?"She kissed him in reply. "You're going to tell me what excuse you gave your wife." He looked wary. She took. I could see the bartender, a guy maybe in his thirties. Soon a waitress came out of the kitchen and greeted us. Her name was Jennifer.Jennifer was a good-looking girl next door. Brunette with shoulder-length hair, around 5’7-8”, very slim and probably a B cup. She was wearing sneakers, denim shorts cuffed just a little bit above her knees and a tight-fitting red team T-shirt. She was able to serve beer so she had to be at least eighteen.Everyone had turned to see us when we had walked in. A. I opened the door.“Do you mind?” I asked, thoroughly annoyed.“Dean Anderson is on 7 and talking to the RAs.”“That can’t be good.”“Rumor is that the girl was in bed with someone. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I thought I’d warn you in case she came up to 8.”“Thanks.”“Sorry,” Clarissa smirked.“Get out of here!” I replied, half growling, half mirthfully.I shut the door.“Fallout,” I replied. “Dean Anderson is talking with the RAs on 7 and Clarissa was concerned she might come up here to talk to.
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