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Chapter 8 by Speci@lty Speci@lty

Do you tell her the truth or make up something?

Tell the truth.

You sigh as you let Sam know that your clothes, robe, and towels went missing as you woke up from your massage nap.

"Oh my goodness, you have no idea what happened to them?" Sam asks seeming genuinely concerned.

"None, though I will admit walking out of the room totally naked probably wasn't my best idea." You want to clutch the bucket closer to your body but Sam is still holding on to your hand.

"Don't worry about it John," still holding on to you, Sam takes her other hand and places it on your chest and gently slides it down over your heart which is now beating a thousand times per minute "I have no complaint about watching you run naked out of your room." You blush as Sam plays with your nipple between her fingers. "How about I take you to the front desk to see if your belongings are in the lost and found? Or I could take you to a different room where they might loan you a towel?"

Front desk or towel room?

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