Sam's Point of View

I sat in my car a few minutes watching to see if Janie got her room and got in to it with no problem. What was I doing? All I meant to do this morning was get my damn hand looked at from my little wall incident. Not my fault that dude moved from the wall before my drunk ass could stop the fist. I'm not the save the damsel in distress kind of man, so why did I care what happened to this girl? Not my type anyway. Janie gave off the girl next door vibe, while I was truly only in the market for fun with a woman, like Becky.

Becky was a brunette with all the right curves. I like to bury my face in those size 44 Double D's. Nice ass too. Janie was Becky's opposite. Becky was always up for some fun while I was in town. This other girl, she seemed naive to the world. I bet she had a room full of books and no dates in the future. Can you imagine trying to relax and have fun with the bookworm?

I watched her get into room 24. So she should be set. So I can go now. But something didn't feel right about leaving this girl. Yes Girl. Cause that was what she was. I was beginning to feel sorry for her. Here, not knowing a soul and having to navigate in a strange place. Something pulled at my heart strings when I began to think about that poor lost girl. What if she was my younger sister? Would she be safe? Would I want someone like me looking out for her? Definitely not!

I sat across from Janie room for about fifteen minutes. I guess keeping watch for her was what a decent man would do. Take her back to her car and then be on my way. I could do that. So I laid my seat back, propped my broken hand on the console between the seats and tried to relax.