Kat was anxious. She knew she was taking a risk, but then again, she had nothing to lose except perhaps a little pride. It had been two months since she had visited Michael at the Ritz-Carlton. The needy girl thought about him constantly and obsessively every day. Their two interludes eclipsed all the other sexual encounters in her life. She wanted to see him again, but like the first meeting on the plane, the pair had se...