Unfortunately when I step out I realize it is just a song and although I'm now clean, my problems are still here. And now I can add one new problem to the mix–I had no clean clothes and this motel isn't exactly the place that has white fluffy bathrobes waiting for their customers. Now I'm standing in the small damp bathroom and contemplating what I'm going to wear out of here. I'm not putting on dirty panties and I don't want to sleep in my clothes because I have to wear those out of here in the morning. Wrapping the white cotton towel with a thin blue stripe around me, I step out of the bathroom and back into the small motel room where Jagger is standing over the open duffle bag. When he hears me enter the room he looks my way and his eyes trail over my body, lingering on every inch of exposed skin. "Do you want the good news or the bad news, twinkle toes?" His eyes stay focused on my breasts so I'm not sure if he's asking me this question or my tits. "Let's go with the good news. I need a little bit of that right now." "Okay," he replies, taking a wad of cash wrapped in a blue money strap out of the bag and throwing it at me.
