CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Brian stretched his hands at me to load up the boxes containing foods, which I never bothered to be concerned about. He led the path, for me, I just trailed behind until we got to the target. This place was a hotel which was more like a resort and I got lost by its fascinating features.

"Room 422" the receptionist beckoned smiling broadly at Brian, was this lady just friendly to handsome fellows because I was overlooked by her. She had better thanked her stars that I wasn't the manager here. We both marched to the room, making sure we had a nose mask on to hinder our recognition. I rang the doorbell gently and the door flung open for us. Stepping back not to meet the unexpected, I beckoned Brian to get in before I do.