Under her breath, Vivian swore, this vacation was not going the way she had hoped, they were supposed to have spent a fabulous week of skiing and evenings of bliss by the warm firelight of their private cabin, instead they were stuck in this godforsaken place, fighting. Angry, she pounded on the door, “Damn it Bitch, let me in,” but all she heard from within was a mumbled repeat of what she had heard the first time she had knocked.<br/><br/>“Guess I will have to take you up on your offer, Mr. Fox,” she said quieter, thankful he was willing to be so generous. Tired and weary, she shook her head and followed the manager to the new room, thanking him once again, she entered it, washed up and fell back to sleep.