The Parking Lot, Mont And I Got Into His Porsche

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In the parking lot, Mont and I got into his Porsche. When he started the engine, Avant 's Read Your Mind made its way through the speakers. The smooth voice of the singer gave me chills. Then Mont took my hand and held it gently. As he backed up out of the parking space with one hand on the steering wheel, I looked in the direction of my car. I wondered if we were going to his house or a nearby hotel. My question was answered when he pulled onto the interstate and took the next exit ramp. The signs for lodging had four hotels listed Staybridge Suites, Holiday Inn, Candlewood Suites, and Best Western. My heart thumped as the sweet music continued to play. After holding Mont’s hand, I was ready to give it up. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him in that hotel room. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Yeah. I’m good,” I responded, as we pulled into the Candlewood Suites parking lot. When he turned the engine off, I unbuckled my seat belt, and we both opened our car doors at the same time. As we walked inside of the hotel, I sat in the lobby while Mont waited in line to get a room. I watched everyone closely as they came and went. When Mont motioned for me to come on, I got up and followed him to the elevator. “We 're on the second floor,” he announced as he pressed the number 2 button on the wall of the elevator. “Okay,” I replied with a nervous smile. A loud “ding” sound went off as the elevator doors opened on the second floor. Mont and I got off to an empty hallway and walked

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