You say "Hello" to me by the vending machines. We're both far from our homes and our lives and just lonely enough to fantasize about an attractive stranger. I'm typically very private and apprehensive about talking to anyone while I'm on tour by myself, but the smell of your cologne sends a pleasurable chill through my body. I motion for you to remain absolutely silent and grab your hand, beckoning you to follow me. You oblige. The door clicks closed and I sit you down by the bed, reminding you once more to stay silent while I give you a show. It's dark and warm, so I slip off my jacket and...