Shame

Hello. My name is Gluglog and I’m going to tell you a story. This happened to me and I hope it never happens to you.

I was in a local hotel’s bar drinking a scotch on the rocks with some friends like I used to do every Friday night. I’m actually 17 but I have a really good Fake ID. We were hanging out, chilling, laughing, etc… It was like every other time we had been there. Then, I saw the most beautiful girl in the world walk past the door. She was absolutely gorgeous! Almost indescribable. I was amazed. She stared at me for like five seconds and then moved on to an empty table at the end of the bar. My friend Klaju encouraged me to go talk with her. I filled myself with courage and walk straight to where she was sitting.

She was looking at me while I was getting near. I was about a meter away when she asked me for my name. She was very serious but she also had a seductive tone in her voice. I told her my name was Gluglog and asked her what was hers. She said her name was Solange. I thought: “Wow that’s an exotic and very attractive name!”. Of course I wouldn’t speak that out loud. Then she asked me about my age! I was terrified and started shaking. Solange stood up, came near to me and whispered “I like young ones”. I had the best mix of feelings ever. Excitement, anxiety, happiness, and many more. It was like a boom in my pants. When I finally recovered from the shock, she asked me how I would like to see her room. Another boom. I was delighted at the offer. Said I’d love to and followed her.

When we arrived to her room she asked me to wait while she got ready. So I waited. I was very anxious, every second went by like an hour. Then, after two minutes and twenty-seven seconds, she finally came out. I felt the biggest boom. She was totally naked and every part of her body was so perfect! Better than all I’d ever seen on the Internet put together. Nothing could match that. Anyway the time had finally come. We jumped into bed and started looking at each other (that was going to be my first time). For twenty-three and a half beautiful minutes, the best of my life, we stared at each other. After that, I hear my mother telling my father off for loosing the key outside the room. I thought my parents had gone on a trip to have a “fun weekend” just the two of them. I realized they had just renter a room and were having fun at the hotel (gross). Then they came in and the mix of feelings I was having turned into just one. SHAME. I was ashamed like I had never been before.

Solange turned out to be a thieve who had stolen my parent’s key and was distracting me while her companions stole everything worth more than $10 off the room. I was grounded for the next 17 years and when I finally was aloud to go out again I… I… made the second biggest mistake of my life. I went to visit Solange in jail and saw her in a bad state. I married her and paid her bail. Then she left me.

Shame is not fun and I have lived a life of shame.

Moral: Get your own room when you’re going to get it in a hotel.