I pulled my robe off its hanger and onto me, tying it loosely about my waist.I pulled my robe off its hanger and onto me, tying it loosely about my waist. Now I looked decent enough to order breakfast. I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. I rang room service and ordered a bowl of fresh fruit, a couple of muffins, and an orange juice to be sent up. Then, feeling slightly more awake and industrious, I picked up strewn clothes and made the bed, tidying up here and there simply because I had nothing better to do. When the knock at the door came, I received my food and forked over a tip to the pimply-faced kid that delivered it, then sprawled out again on the bed with my food, my juice, and the remote control to the television. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. Hardly. I thumbed on the t.v. and began flipping through the numbers, perusing channel after channel of increasingly insipid programming, while idly nibbling on my food. It quickly became obvious that the motel's vaunted 'deluxe cable' was a lost cause, and I was about to turn the t.v. off when a computerized data screen caught my attention. It was a listing of pay-per-view offerings available by phone-order. I scanned the listings, and noticed with some surprise that one of the p.p.v. channels offered was an adult movie channel. And according to the timetable, a feature had just started. I distractedly gnawed a piece of fruit, a slice of juicy honeydew melon, while I considered this new option. As I stared blankly at the screen, contemplating, the possibility of a little visual titillation seemed increasingly attractive. I hesitantly picked up the receiver to the phone, glanced once more at the screen, and resolutely dialed the listed number. I was answered by a computerized voice, much to my relief - thoughts of sleazy motel managers exploiting the knowlege of my horniness and my room number made me extremely uneasy - and made my selection by touch tone. |