Simon thought he felt something off in the air but he wasn't certain what it was.  Just as quickly as this itch came, it faded away so he wondered if it was his imagination.  Something to be addressed in the future no doubt about it.  For now though he was content with enjoying the moment with April.  He continued to idly caress April's leg and nodded at April's statement, "Excellent, that should give us two hours to eat, play, and get you washed up and presentable before you go home."<br/><br/>When he heard the door knock, Simon got up and pulled up his boxers.  Digging into his jeans, he pulled out his wallet and drew out a ten to give to the bellhop for the tip.  He then headed down the small corridor to the door and checked through the peephole to see that indeed it was a bellhop with a wheeled cart waiting outside.  Simon opened the door and allowed the bellhop to push the cart into the corridor but gently barred his way from going any further less he see April in the buff.  "Here's a tip for your prompt service."  Simon passed over the bill and saw him out the door and locked it behind him.<br/><br/>Simon wheeled the cart into the room before April and presented her with her lunch.  "Your lunch, April.  Do you want ice in your glass?"<br/>