Chapter 9

Philip began pulling on his underwear and tossed mine to me. “I think we just did our good deed for the day,” he said.

“That about sums it up,” I said.

I signed the room service bill and added a tip, and we were sitting on the edge of the bed drinking our coffee when Terry came out of the bathroom. His pants were no longer tented in front.

Philip smiled and said, “Feel better now?”

“You know it. I have a date tonight, and I’m going to fantasize about you guys while I fuck his brains out.”

I handed him the signed bill and said, “Go get ‘em, tiger, you deserve it.”

We each gave him a hug, and he left the room.

After that, we spent the rest of the morning lazing around the hotel. We had an early lunch on the terrace, and as luck would have it, Terry was our waiter. Every time he came back to our table, he had a knowing little smile on his face, and I noticed that both the other waiter and the busboy were giving us looks from time to time.