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Well that was one of my more interesting nights. A few hard pumps and Jake was done. Booze often has that effect on men. Not wishing him to drown, and not willing to carry him out of there, I emptied the tub and threw a big cotton towel over him so he wouldn't catch a cold. Then I went out to the bedroom to see that Danny, which as I suspected is short for Danielle and not Daniel, as she would like people to believe, was sitting on the edge of the bed in clean clothes. I sat on the bed with her and she told me her sad story. Man, woman, doesn’t matter. If they find their way to my rooms seem they always have a sad story in them. Of all the things my pillows have seen, tears is certainly at the top of the list.
This pair has it in spades. Jake lost a family too. Funny how like attracts like. Me? Well my story isn't sad. I'm not some hooker with a heart of gold type. I do well by myself. I'm a product of the San Gabriel. Born in Columbine Spring, raised up. Workin' the pub is good money. I can't have children, so it works out well. Gets me a roof over my head at low cost. I split my wages with the owner, get to keep my tips and eat and drink for nothin'. It's a good, if boring, sort of life. I've had a few opportunities to leave but don’t see any real reason to uproot. I am, however allowed to be of my own mind and think that maybe it's time to move on. These two are gonna need a mediator when the secrets spill. I always like a good show.
Besides, I've never seen the ocean. Reason enough I should think. Danny and I talked most of the night between gentle caresses and as the sun came up we made love, and she fell asleep in my arms. She's sweet, and Jake is fine as hell. I think I'm going to keep them.