When she came out of the meeting room, there were hundreds of people standing around in the corridor.When she came out of the meeting room, there were hundreds of people standing around in the corridor. Peter was in a group talking to several people. Garolynn was standing right beside him with her hand on his left arm. Peter appeared to be talking to a man on his right and when he finished, he turned to Garolynn and they exchanged a few words. Garolynn patted him on the back and he appeared to give her arm a squeeze. She left the group and Peter continued to talk to the person to his right. Since most of the people in this group were part of the bunch that had just left the room, Janis wandered over there. "Hi," she said as she joined the group. "We were just talking about going to the Rusty Pelican for supper," Peter said to her "Want to come?" "Sure," Janis replied "But I have to change clothes first." "Us too, - why don't we meet in the lobby in an hour?" Everybody kind of agreed and the group began to disband to their respective rooms, the bar or wherever. Peter quietly whispered in Janis's ear, "Race you to my room!" Janis was taken back and then realized that she didn't know his room number anyway. Besides, her husband might call now since it was dinner time at her house. "Come to my room," she said under her breath. "OK, soon as I get my clothes changed we can arrange to do something, legal or illegal," he said loud enough that she was sure Garolynn, whom they just passed, was sure to hear. He rode up on the elevator with her, and several others. She got off on the second floor, glancing at him as she exited the elevator. By the time she got to her room, she noticed the elevator was just getting to the 6th floor and she watched him leave it. She didn't know what to expect, except she knew that she was upset with herself the way she noticed how he paid attention to Garolynn. "After all," she said to herself "I don't own him, I'm not married to him and he's white, free and over twenty three!" She drew the shades and began to undress, shedding her skirt, slip and unbuttoning her blouse. She put her blouse in a drawer of the dresser and folded her slip, placing it in another drawer. She was hanging her skirt up when she heard a soft knock at the door. "My God, who can that be?" she thought. |