Acceptance in sexual healing, one birthday at a time.
“Your room is ready, Miss Kelley.”
I smiled at the title. The bellman got it right, calling me “Miss,” even though I was years out of the age range for it. I was definitely in the role of “experienced” if my age (and lovers) had anything to say about it. Nevertheless, I enjoy feeling young, and that title helps.
“Thank you,” I say, tipping him two twenties for the bag he brought up. It’s more than he expects, and his smile matches mine as I look around, closing the door.
