“Well, I…if that means what I think it means, then I guess I can confess I’ve long had a bit of a crush on you, myself.”Sam smiled and surrept...itiously looked up and down the corridor. He leaned in.“Look, Krissy,” he whispered, “I shouldn’t be telling you this but…the manager has already dropped the charges.”Krissy looked at him.“Then what am I doing here?” she asked.“He put on a condition. He wanted you to spend a night in jail. Scare you. Make sure you don’t steal from him again. If I. 4th floor, room 4.69.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. It would come up at odd times; she would stop what she was doing, turn to me, and inquire if I’d met a girl. My answer was then, and was now – no. She’d look away and then go back to what she was doing. “You used to ask me the same thing at the airport.”“What?” Jo looked up at me. “When?”“When you were a...” I stopped myself at the last instant from saying the word ‘kid’, “younger; when we worked together.”Jo thought for a moment. “I remember some of that time. I used to wait for you to come. "Not a lot of fun being a woman with those long nails and no guy around,huh?" she laughed.She took the cork screw and bottle and had the cork out immediately withone twist and pull. She then pored us both a glass of wine. When we returned to the living room and sat together on the couch, shesaid in amazement, "you smoothed your skirt before you sat down, andcrossed your legs without showing a lot of thigh, you've had a lot ofpractice wearing feminine apparel, haven't you?'I had to admit that.