Convention Carousing Part II
Convention Carousing – Continued After hanging up the phone, and whispering to me that you just decided to check out exactly how good this hotel is by ordering from room service, we head for the elevators. However, I regain the lead, squeezing your hand as I veer away from the nearby bank of elevators, and steer you around and behind the front desk and reception area. You bop me with your hip, asking if I am going to have you taking the stairs. I reach into my pocket, extracting the room key,...