Maries Chamber
I buzz myself in with Marie’s door code.In the lobby, I find the girl whose melon-sized breasts and pouting lips aroused me last night as I watched through her window while she danced topless and alone. She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pass–and I feel a small prick of guilt for having violated her privacy. Then again, she must know, they all must know, that the hotel where I’m staying overlooks their windows from barely 20-feet across the courtyard. Even without Marie’s room...