Donna had managed to save enough money finally leave that city. She had travelled far and was tired, and the driver of the last car she caught a ride with stopped in front of the Destination Hotel.<br/><br/>Maybe you can get a room here. I heard it was a nice place.”<br/><br/>Donna got out and he went to get her bags from the trunk. She thanks him for being a gentleman and asked,<br/><br/>“Maybe you want to come in for a drink? It’s the least I can do since you gave me a ride so far.”<br/><br/>The man shook his head as he got back in his car.<br/><br/>“No. Can’t. Sorry.”<br/><br/>He wasted no time getting back on the road and driving off.<br/>Donna lugged her bags to the door, and hoping it wouldn’t cost her too much, she opened the door and walked in. She stood and looked around the lobby, and a man gave her a nod. A first-floor room key was handed to her with merely a signature, and the gentleman helped her remove her coat before her bags were taken to her room. Donna was directed to the bar by the gentleman, so she pulled her black mini-dress down to cover her stocking tops, threw back her long blonde hair, and walked to the front bar. She lifted herself up onto the end bar stool, and when the bartender came over to her, she said,<br/><br/>“House scotch on the rocks and a glass of ice water please.”<br/><br/>The two glasses arrived in front of her in short order, and picking up the ice-water, she sipped it as she turned and looked around. Donna was wondering who all she would meet here, and curious what destination was in store for her.