Our room, 31, (“trente et un” Michelle taught me how to say) was small but functional. I’m not sure but that we didn’t just unpack and get in ...bed immediately. Pretty sure we did (!). Dinner was at a local restaurant we walked to, upon recommendation of the proprietor of the hotel. It was lovely. I started with tomatoes and mozzarella, sprinkled with basil, then had andouille sausage. We retired at a decent hour for our first ever night together when our families were not nearby. Did we make. Together they often spent hours on the streets and Ratched did the business over the phone. She was a master delegator.Harper also had the feeling that Ratched was maybe hiding a drinking problem because on some occasions she was sure her boss stepped back into the car a little tipsy. She covered it well behind her perfect, shiny facade, but Harper felt sad for her. Ratched was young for her rank, she had just passed forty and showed no tendency for becoming fat. She had tremendous energy and. It was actually 3 minutes when Sharon appeared at her door, checking she had her fags and keys she then sauntered over where I met her at the door, “Snap” she said with a giggle, “Same robes again Frank” and I had to join in the giggle.She clambered up onto the stool reaching across to grab an ashtray which by the way had a nice joint waiting to be fired up and turned to me with a smile, we both froze at that point because my gaze was firmly aimed at the sight of her skimpy white panties which. Tellyou what though, if you decide you want to come to more parties, I canhave your boy be the helper for a few months. That way, he'll learn howto properly serve at an event like this. That can be real helpful whenyou introduce him to your friends and family. It makes it easier for theboy too, as they feel more comfortable knowing their role." Oh I think we'll be back for sure. I'm already enjoying myself. Butwould it be okay if he wore heels when he served? I'm going to startrequiring he wear.