Behind me, over my right shoulder, I caught Von Shelly checking out my masculine frame. Did he like what he saw? I imagined so, because he quickly steered his view away from my bottom and asked, “Would you care for a warm bourbon, sir? Something to soothe your soul this evening?”
“I’m fine. No thank you.”
“Very well. I understand. If you don’t mind, I will take your bag to your room. If you change your mind about the bourbon, there’s a cart to your right near one of the chairs. Please, help yourself. I shall return in no time. Please, make yourself at home…comfortable.”
My helpful and attractive friend vanished. There one second. Gone the next. Simply no longer present. Thereafter, I was left to my own devices.
* * * *
As promised, Von Shelly fetched me moments later. I did take a nip
