SALLY AND EMMA
Sally pulled the covers up to her neck and pretended she hadn’t heard the unmistakable sounds of an indiscreet couple having s*x. She almost recognised the voice from that last scream. It was undoubtedly that young Brit girl with the old man. She had no idea what her game was but it sure as hell wasn’t care in the community! A hooker, probably, she guessed.
The two sisters had gone for an early night, after just a couple of over-priced glasses of white wine. They had a lot to explore in the morning and the nice old guy on the reception desk had given them lots of ideas to check out. They were determined to start out early in the morning after a good night’s sleep but the problem with that was, although Emma was out like a light, Sally couldn’t drop off. It was pretty warm
