In pausing to put down the frying pan he held Lester lost his moment to save the situation. Not that seeing those stupendous tits wasn't worth the whole thing, but he would have liked to keep the breakfast going, perhaps make her comfortable again. It might have hurried his efforts to make her comfortable around him.
Unfortunately, the girl dashed from the booth with flaming cheeks and, without pausing for the towel, fled the room, bits of her wobbling in the most pleasant of ways.
Lester watched her go in wonder, torn between cursing at losing anymore chance of progress that morning and delight at seeing so much of her body. Maybe there was someway he'd be able to use this in the future, but he was having trouble concentrating on strategy.
Kjerstin, meanwhile, slammed the door of her room and leaned against it as if Lester might pursue her. A few more Swedish words poured from her mouth, expressing her mortification.
"What will I do? What will he think? How can I live here now that I have embarrassed myself so? Will he think I am some loose, cheap woman? Will he ask me to leave? How can I ever face him again?"
When no knock sounded after five minutes of leaning against the door she pushed herself away from the light wood of the door and paced frantically back and forth, worrying over what she should do. Go out for the day to give her landlord a chance to forget what he saw? If he was angry he'd need time to cool off, and if she'd just put him into a lustful frenzy...
She had to leave. Quickly!
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