we make our way through the soaring lobby of the hotel , my flip-flops slapping against the marble tile . she felt uncomfortable without her underwear , but she was n't going back to his bedroom for any reason . but then again , she 'd be gone in a few days , and he knew that it was probably better that way . tug grumbled , this time , then he laughed himself . fred had taken off the white cotton gloves . shaking my head , i glanced over at her . 