So, I changed all the sheets. Four times. Damn these guests.

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Stretching like an oversized cat, Duncan lets himself drop on the bed in his shabby little bellhop room.

Great mother of Jupiter swinging a hula hoop and walking through jello - it's great to have an hour off. If that wretch Gray had his way, my lunch hour would be twelve minutes long. And of COURSE he takes a three hour lunch every day. Ha. Takes him two and a half hours at LEAST to convince that gir-er, woman he's seeing to give him a nooner, so I guess the guy needs the extra time.

Now, what would make this a perfect break would be to have a nice warm body tap on my door, preferably holding a bottle of something wet and alcohol-laden.

Duncan proceeds to stare at the door, mentally willing it to produce a knocking noise.