And there I stood... Alone. I walked around the place, looking at the brochure that had become my guide. I spent a good few minutes admiring the view of Central Park, the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir, and the George Washington Bridge. I ran my hand over the black grand piano and then visited each of the rooms, evaluating which one would be chosen for my night's sleep. However, the hours still seemed to drag on. And all I wanted was for dawn to break, bringing our honeymoon in the Caribbean. Ah, the Caribbean, water, sand...
That's what I needed... However, there was only one word in my head.
Sex.
My mind was demanding s*x. I stopped in front of the mirror, and there was Cinderella, the difference being that I was sure Cinderella had an incredible and torrid night of s*x.
Sex. T
