I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. A few tendrils brushed against her neck as she tied the halter style top. A blast of humidity hit her in the face She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and walked the short pathway to the elevator. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. All of the women wore them where I grew up. Then he pushed her inside, pushed her until she hit a table and fell down. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. The air conditioner was blowing cold air on her, goosebumps rose on her skin, making her nipples press against the clammy inside of her top.