So the kid from the front desk knocks on my hotel-room door. He told be before that he was 19. He was wearing one of those button-down white shirts that looks too big for him, as if he borrowed it from his dad. He's loosed the tie he was wearing. He says to me, "So, you, umm, remember at the front desk when you checked in I asked you if you needed anything else and you said, like a joke, a pile of fresh young men?" Not sure where he was going with that, I said, "Yeah, well, it was just being silly..." Before I could finish he blurted in with, "Well, okay, I'm here and off work and wanted to know if I could come in your room for a while?" .... Damn, that turned into a hot night with the skinny check
