Examine the papers on the desk

Glancing down at the desk, Xabar takes a closer look at the masses of papers and files, wondering if there is anything of interest or value.

The first thing he sees is a stack of job applications for the position of Assistant Administrator of the boarding house. He flips through them, absently, noting some comments written in the margins, evidently Mrs. Letcher’s observations from the job interviews.

Xabar scowled as he remembered his own experience being interviewed for a job. His father insisted he show some responsibility and work over the summer, instead of hanging around the Academy, getting into trouble. Xabar applied for an opening at the hospital, but the interview did not go well, and he did not get the job. He reported to his father that the hospital administrator just didn’t seem to like him. When asked why he thought that, Xabar said, “It was all the mean things he kept saying.... Stuff like, ‘You’re not qualified to be a gynecologist,’ ‘Why are you naked?’ ‘Get away from my daughter!’ and ‘Guards, throw him out of here, and watch out; he’s covered in baby oil!’”

Xabar tossed the applications to the side and picked up another file. It was labeled, “Finances.” He tipped the whiskey bottle back and took another long gulp as he perused the financial reports of the establishment. If he understood the report correctly, today was rent day, and there should be a fairly hefty chunk of change lying around somewhere, unless Mrs. Letcher already rushed it off to the bank.

He looked around the room, noting the places where the money might be hidden. “If she really wanted to keep something safe, she’d tuck it under that housecoat of hers,” thought Xabar, shuddering at the memory of seeing Mrs. Letcher a few minutes ago. “A fellow would have to be a lot more drunk than I’ve ever been to get enough courage to get that close to her naked body.”

Setting the finance reports to one side, he stands to take another look around the office, hoping to find a safe or lockbox, when his eyes happen to fall on a single sheet of paper entitled “Room Assignments.”

Xabar’s eyes scan the names on the list, and he felt his desire rising at the thought that each of those names represented a beautiful, young creature, each of whom was now alone in her bed, probably in skimpy nightclothes — possibly some slept in the buff — beautifully asleep.... Sensuous, delicate, ****, innocent.....

He read the name in room 206: Svenga Scörgassen. “OK, maybe not all are so innocent,” he corrected himself. He tried to remember his couple of visits to Svenga’s room. His most vivid memories were of the climb up the laundry chute and the sight of her riding him in a reverse cowgirl position, as they both looked upward, admiring the view in the mirrors that hung on her ceiling. He smiled at the memory of her long, blonde hair flowing down over her enormous breasts that jiggled in a circular motion as she bounced on his cock like it was a pogo stick.

Xabar tried to remember whether they parted on good terms. Now that he thinks about it, he’s not even sure Svenga spoke English. The only things she seemed to vocalize in their times together were high-pitched semi-squeals that are the international language of imminent orgasm.

His thoughts take a detour as he sees the name “Isabel Valásquez” listed as being in room 103. That must be the fantastic creature he saw a few minutes ago, who stood in such sensual contrast to Mrs. Letcher. Xabar wondered if the precious Isabel had yet found comfort in the arms of Morpheus, or if she would better be served in the loving arms of Xabar.

Abruptly, he suddenly remembered the reason he was in here in the first place. Looking at the list of names for the third floor, he saw “Gwendolyn Patagonia” in room 305.

“My fiancée,” thought Xabar, with a grin. “No doubt the sole love of my life is even now awaiting her dear Viscount, eager to show her love and desire!”

With one last chug from the nearly-empty bottle, Xabar steps to the office door. He then remembers that he has been locked inside.