Saved by Matt's mom Nicole?

There I was, like a nutty dream, standing naked, practically in public in a hotel corridor. What does one do at a time like this?

I tried my room door, but it was locked and firmly latched. It didn't even rattle.

I looked left and right. Still alone, but for how long? I wondered if I'd had the dumb luck to drop the keycard for the room next to the door. I got down flat on my belly and looked under the bottom of the door. It was a little dark, but I thought I could see something that might be the keycard. I looked up to see if my breakfast tray had a knife that might do the trick.

"I wondered who that was!" a cheerful woman's voice said. "Why if it isn't the best man! I didn't recognize you with your clothes off," she said.

It was Matt's mom, Nicole Heisner!

"But dear," she said, "if you were looking for me, my door is across the way. Though I must say you look fetching in your birthday suit."

"M-Mrs. Heisner?" I said.

"No, no, call me Nicole, silly!" she said. "You must be locked out, poor dear. Did last night's little 'date' go bad? Awwwww, I never thought a gigolo's life would be so hard! Is that Danielle's room? Ooh, maybe Marianne's? I saw you talking last night. Or could it be...Michelle? Michelle! I would never have believed it. But I can't blame you!"

"M... Nicole? It's MY room," I said.

"Worse luck," she said. "She's locked you out of your own room!" Nicole stepped to the door and rapped hard on it. "Hello?" she said. "Hello! You let this young man back in his room right now! He has a wedding to go to."

"I got locked out by ACCIDENT! There's nobody in there!" I protested, hoping nobody else would wander by or pop their head out of a door.

"You poor boy!" she said. "Come with me, then, we'll get you a robe, and we'll get a bellboy to let you in," she said. "But I'll have to get it back in a favor!" she said.

Nicole stepped to the door opposite mine and opened it with her keycard. She waved me along, and I picked up my breakfast tray and carried it into her room.

Aside from the rumpled bed, the room was very neat and tidy. Nicole fetched me a hotel bathrobe from the closet and called the front desk. "Oh?" she said into the phone "No. I'll tell him. I guess he will," she said. Turning to me, she said, "They have a big tour group loading their bus, they have to catch a plane," she said. "It might be a half an hour or more before they can help you," she said.

"Oh well, it's early yet," I said.

"Just what I thought!" Nicole said. "Maybe I can collect that favor right away!" She reached out a finger and tickled me under the chin. "I bet you don't have any 'date' scheduled for this morning!" She noticed the heart-sealed envelope on the breakfast tray, and snatched it up. "Ooh, you bad boy! Love notes for breakfast!"

"Nicole!" I said. "Give that back!"

She said, "I really don't think your being naked outside my door could be an accident. How about you promise to wash my back this morning?" she asked. "Then I'll call it even."