CHAPTER TEN
With d**k gone, Sue decided to have dinner by herself in their suite. The meal was brought up by a little Irish redhead about 18 years old who looked exhausted -- almost as if she'd had no sleep for a couple of days. Sue felt a trifle guilty about causing extra work for the poor girl and decided to make sure that d**k gave her an extra large tip when they left. She ate the solitary meal then changed into a long powder-blue nylon gown and a blue lace peignoir. The feeling of nylon against her bare skin was wickedly exciting; she wished d**k were here.
She had sat down at the window writing desk and had begun writing a long chatty letter to Marylou when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called, thinking it was the maid returning for the dinner dishes.
"Good evening
