July 31st, 2010 | 
Author: He gestured toward a small reception area in the lobby, filled with several low couches and tables. He turned and went to the front desk to settle his bill, leaving Debbie by one of the couches. When he turned from the front desk to head back to the elevator, he saw Debbie had sat down on one of the couches. The seat was so low that her knees were almost higher than her shoulders. By walking across the lobby at just the right angle, he got a decent look up her legs beneath her short dress. When he got close to her and started to walk past her, Debbie stood up and started to follow him. Somewhat startled, he stopped and looked at her quizzically.
"I don't want to sit here all by myself," she said. "Can't I come upstairs with you?"
"Why, sure, sure you can," he answered. "I just thought....you know, it would be boring..."
"It would be boring to just watch you pack!" Debbie said. "That's why I'll help you pack."
Thoroughly startled now, he stammered something incoherently and headed for the elevator with Debbie close behind. Once in the elevator, she stood even closer to him than before, until the doors opened and he led the way down the hallway to his room. As soon as he'd unlocked the door, she slipped past him and walked into his room in front of him. His eyes watched her hips sway back and forth as she moved into his room. Before he could say anything, she had walked to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and reached into it. Fishing out a handful of clothes, she turned toward him.
"Is this drawer all your dirty stuff?" she asked, holding up her hand. "Where do you want it?"
"Yes, that's what it is, all right. I'll get that stuff, Deb," he replied, stepping towards her.
"That's OK, I want to help," she said. She reached into the drawer again and fished out another article of clothes. "Say, these are cute..."
Debbie held up a pair of 'used' jockey shorts and smiled at him. She dropped the other dirty clothes on the top of the dresser.
"Really, I think they're cute! I thought older guys wore boxer shorts instead of these! I mean, I didn't mean that you were that old, but...well, you know..."
"I guess I am that old..." he muttered.
"No, really....I don't think you're old," she said. This time, she was the one who was slightly embarrassed. She looked at the shorts again. "Say, these have sort of a...a pouch on the
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