Only moments ago she had been riding wave after wave of pleasure as she experienced the best orgasm of her life. Now where was she? She was lying on a soft bed and she was naked. She smiled. She usually wore her Garfield nightie to bed, but obviously the gatekeeper preferred her in the nude. She shifted languorously and felt a pleasant ache in her groin. Pushing herself to sitting, she surveyed her surroundings. She blinked. It couldn’t be. She was in a white bed, surrounded by a filmy mosquito net. Sunlight poured through the leaded-glass window casement. There was the desk where her notes and tool kit were scattered, and the dresser drawer was open, just as she’d left it yesterday morning. She was back in her hotel room. Disbelief turned to disappointment. Had last night only been a dream? Was the gatekeeper, with his expert erotic skills, just an amped-up sexual fantasy? For a moment a sense of loss overwhelmed her. Typical that the best sex she’d ever had was all in her mind.
