Based on the description of the woman my girlfriend had given me, I was sure the woman was the owner. He name tag identified her as Jean Spitzer and s...poke with what I thought was a German accent. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, a fivefootseven, full figured woman, but not what you could call fat. Her attire was very businesslike, a straight black tight fitting skirt, white blouse with three-quarter sleeves, with nude hosiery and three inch heels. It looked like she was wearing a. “Trevor’s waiting for us in the disco.” The blonde one told us.“Trev can come too, Jan.”In the lift going down, Jim introduced me to the girls. Brunette Val, redhead Sandy and blonde Jan who were all opposite me in rooms 402, 404 and 406 respectively. They all looked about my age. I had already taken an immediate fancy for Jan when I worked with her at head office where she was the Director of Communications’ secretary. She was very pretty with her hair in blonde ringlets and had a flirtatious. ” Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the fuck did I just say that? Now he’s going to think I don’t like him. Wait, WHAT? I mean, that’s good. He’s not supposed to think I like him, because I don’t. “The way everybody expects me to? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he inquired with obvious rage in his tone. Natalia fell quiet. She couldn’t tell him what people had been saying about him for all these years. She started tapping her foot against the floor indicating the sudden sense of stress. What should she do? Oh yes.“Have you any identification on you?” she asked. Oh dear – he had nothing on he couldn’t have any identification.“Er – you’d better just wait here a moment” she said backing into her little room. . Better just make a new card key out for him as quick as possible.Joe stood there. He was feeling utterly humiliated standing in the nude, in the bright light in the hotel lobby. Just as Katy had said he would be. Debbie came back out with the card key. Her eyes were.