Texting

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Your room is on the second floor without any view and a single bed. Although you lost most of your stuff with your luggage, you still have some stuff left in your backpack. Sitting down you think back of the events that just happened. What was supposed to be a nice holiday with your girlfriend has totally taken a wrong turn.

You text Stacy to see when she wants to meet up to hang by the pool. There is not much to do but besides watching the tv. Zapping through the channels, trying to find an English show was impossible. After 15 minutes you finally receive a message from Stacy.

“Hey Matt, hope your room isn’t too bad. The suite of ours is perfect, it’s on the top floor with a view over the whole of Qatar. We even have an infinity pool on our balcony, just for us. Wish we could’ve stayed in this suite together, maybe an idea for our own honeymoon one day.” Her texts reassure you that her behaviour from before was all an act.

Her next text comes in, ”Please have understanding for this… Old Bob says we have to play the role of wife and husband perfectly and that also means no texting with you, you can text him to reach me. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure Bob will update you with the plans. Besides, he already has my stuff anyway for safekeeping, this way he can also watch my phone.”

“There is only an hour left before dinner so we’ll just skip swimming and get to dinner then. See you soon babe!”, and off she goes.

You text her back immediately that she should keep her phone in case of emergencies but you see that her ‘online’ status already disappeared. That was probably her last text before she handed her phone in. So you decide to text Old Bob instead in order to reach Stacy but no one replies. You give up your attempts to reach her on her own phone and decide to watch some more tv.

Fifteen minutes before dinner, you decide to text them again. You ask if they are ready on time for dinner. This time however, a reply comes back.

“We might be a little late for dinner, we are not ready yet.” Stacy is known to be late often so it’s not alarming.

You text back to ask what they are doing to cause them to be late.

“Slow roommate can’t decide on what to wear for dinner.” Old Bob shouldn’t cause her to be late for dinner, you think.

You reply, ”Well, perhaps you should make some suggestions for your slow roommate as to what to wear since it’s taking so long?”

“Really? Well I didn’t know you were okay with this but sure, I don’t mind telling your girlfriend what to wear. I’ll let her know you’re okay with this!” It was Old Bob texting you the whole time. Now you have given him the green light to help your girlfriend get dressed.

You immediately text back that you thought it was Stacy using his phone to text you and that he shouldn’t help her choosing an outfit, but to no avail, no one reads the messages anymore.

After about 30 minutes, you finally get a reply.

“Alright, it took some time. Had to try out many outfits but I think she looks the best in this. Check this out!”

You see her pull down the dress to indicate she was ready to go but it did not sit clear with you that he saw her while dressing. Dirty bastard even saw her panties, you’re going have to put a stop to this.