Chapter 165 Hotel Screamer Xvll

• "David!" She hissed. "That's so naughty."
• But I didn't hear a no in there.
• I turned a bathroom door handle and, grasping Ellen's preposterously flared hip, pulled her inside with me. It was a nice single occupancy bathroom, as one would expect from a hotel like this—soft lighting, designer sink, nice tiling. It was large enough for handicap purposes or managing a child or two. But I don't remember details—I was too focused on the curvy prize in there with me.