Boudoir Glamour Inc #72

You never really know how tired you were. Until you wake refreshed.

Greeting the morning that is pleasant and idyllic. It was another moment worthy of a travel Boucher.

I found the barman where I left him last night.

He was furtive this morning as well. He asked a few questions and then seem to really perk up.

"Oh Miss, I must have really been in my head too much after the quick storm. Talking to you is what I needed. I let myself get fearful of some other kind of mischief. Some of the others here.. well. The way they changed demeanor overnight.. it made me think of hypnotists.

We are short on staff, but I have several things to eat at once.. or even some ready for a fast heating. What can I get for you?"

I stuck to orange juice, cold water and warm toast. Which made for quick but endearing morning banter with the young barman.

When I walked back to my cabin, I saw the strangest sight.

A good looking man was close against a woman. I initially thought they were drunk (and maybe they really were).

He had a strange wet color to his nose and lips. As if he plunged his nose into a frozen drink.

But the thing that really caught my attention was: he was licking the face of woman. Chin to forehead.

She looked dazed as he softly held her at the upper arms.

I wanted to get distance, but he moved surprisingly quickly. Pushing me against an ocean side deck rail.

He huffed close to my face for a while. It surprised me at how dizzy I felt. Then disgust ran through

me.

I think the adapting beach towel took the lead with a body check and spin away.

I got back to my cabin and locked the door.

Almost immediately falling backward to the bed. I thought jet lag was coming back, because the situation seemed just too unreal.

I drifted away, giggling at the beach towel, which was flashing a message at my wrist.

"Network Unavailable. Situation Status. Logging for Report."