I slowly put my finger in the waist band of your pants and pull gently as I look in.
Tyler says softly, “I am starting to feel dizzy.”
I say in a cute voice, “Aww, let Vickie help you to my room.”
The elevator finally stops. I have managed to unbutton your shirt and your pants on the trip up. The door opens into a very plush apartment … a huge bar … a sunken living room area with pillows everywhere. A huge wall to wall flat screen TV. A huge fireplace with a friendly warm fire burning.
The elevator door closes. Tyler sees me take a golden key from my waist band and lock the elevator.
