“...”

“Ohhh, Rockefeller, I’m really going to kill you!”

***

By the time Alex came out of the hotel, it was already three in the morning. He was exhausted, and all his clothes were wet.

Several of the hotel receptionists gave him weird looks, with lots of sympathy in their eyes. Most of them thought that he was the kind specializing in servicing women.

After he left, the few of them started up a discussion.

“Guess how many he had served today?”

“I’m guessing at least four.”

“Impossible