The Lumberjack
BY ROBBY SR Fred finished his shower, and, as he dried his body, noticed he was using his last clean towel. Not a big problem since he didn’t have to do his own laundry. Besides, it was a good excuse to call for some help. He was horny, anyway. He dropped the towel on his bathroom floor, stayed naked, and padded into his living room. On his end table was a small intercom that connected to the front desk. He leaned down and pressed the button. “Hey, Fred, what can we do ya for?” the...