My bell hop was a pretty young woman who smiled and took my bag saying, “Sir, it is my job.” We got up to my room and I tipped her. She left me wi...th another letter.It included a copy of the first and fleshed out my schedule for the next two days. I would be busy. The new one also said that all expenses at the hotel were covered. Eating at the hotel would be good by me. I changed into my swim trunks, grabbed a towel and my key card, and left following instructions directing me to the pool.Once. Until I heard the next sound that I had trouble righting off as a normal sound.. Then I heard it again seconds later it was her moan. She must be touching her self omg this is so hott. I get to the door and the random squeeking of the bed had more of a rythum to it and that is when I heard another guys voice. I knew right away by the vibration of his voice that it was not the tv, and I froze, my face flushed with all the blood in my body and my throat sank to my stomatch. He just gave out a. Second, I could drop a few hints or clues or make some remarks that would lead her to believe I was suspicious. That was a little more attractive to me than the first option but I figured that it would just delay things to a later date, when I might not be aware of it happening. The third option was to just let her go through with it. I liked that last one with a slight modification. I decided to let everything happen as planned but at the last minute I would give her an out. If she took it. I mentioned to him, "There are a few of them I would be more comfortable doing if you were there telling me to do them." He agreed. Looking at the twelve challenges, I start to feel excited, picturing myself in these situations. I decide that if the opportunity should arise, then I will start checking off the list. I should be able to check off at least three challenges, I thought. A week later I had to go over to my husbands friend's place to try on some clothes that his sister had left for.