"I stopped and turned to look at him. I just stood there."All right. I promise not to reveal anything until next Monday. Satisfied? Now tell me what h...appened in Minnesota." Mr. Jacobs asked."Yes, if Mr. Goldfarb and Mr. Blumond will leave the room, I shall brief YOU on everything that occurred."Mr. Goldfarb said, "Miss Swenson is too sharp for that ploy, Sol. Very well Miss Swenson, both Mr. Blumond and myself agree to keep the confidence as well."I didn't say anything, I just looked at Mr.. “Liora – that’s my roommate – well, we, have a kind of relationship.”“Oh.”“It’s not like that,” she said quickly. “It’s not exclusive. But we have an agreement: no boys at our place. It’s ... our space, you know? And I couldn’t be seen with you at the hotel. The owners are Orthodox; I’d be fired on sight.”“So you don’t – I mean, you don’t make a habit of –”“Picking up goy guests from the hotel?” She looked at me with narrowed eyes. “No.”“Sorry. I just –”She sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I had a. “A proper slut,” she whispered into my ear and I shuddered. Ding. I froze. The doors slid apart in slow motion. The corridor was empty! I breathed a sigh of relief. Monique took my hand, and I stumbled after them, as good as naked and on wobbly knees. I hadn’t watched at which floor we stopped, so I was caught unawares and taken aback by the grandiosity of their room. Strike that. Suite. One wall was almost completely made from glass, and it looked out over the smaller houses and allowed us to. Under the khakis, Amelia told me I had to wear pink lace panties. She had purchased them at Boulevard just for me.I had to strip in front of her to put them on but, by that point, I didn’t have much to hide from her. I bent over to pull my pants back up when she stopped me.“Wait. Stand up straight,” she barked.Taking a couple of steps toward me, she bent over and inspected the panties. She put two fingers in the waist band and tugged on it. Then she stuck the same two fingers in the leg hole.