Chapter 2
Humbert:
The beaming man whom I presumed to be the desk clerk looked at me and my Lo with a small start. No doubt the tone of my voice carried more urgency than the situation called for- but believe me, reader, that it was as urgent as I say. 8 hours, 8 hours with a nymphet and yet no relief, not even a slight alleviation... I felt I was one step away from barking out orders like an ancient army sergeant.
"One room, sir? Of course, right this way."
Through my distraction, I brusquely clasped little Lo's arm and drew her behind me to the clerk's desk. In a matter of seconds, I had the key of one Room 234, second floor on the left.
My own small island of pleasure waited for us up a single flight of stairs.
Lolita:
Hum seemed not himself as we stood in the lobby. I was getting mad because I was so sleepy, and I didn't know why we had to wait in a strange hotel in the middle of the night. I wanted to put on my silk night gown that was my favorite and sleep until the sun was high in the sky again.
I took Daddy's hand as he reached for me and followed him to the big staircase. It looked so steep, I dreamily wondered if it reached to the stars.
"Carry me, please," I mumbled, sitting on the bottom step. I decided I wouldn't move unless Hum agreed to pick me up.
Humbert:
My heart pounded in my ears as Lolita flounced down on the stair and looked up at me with her wide brown fawn eyes. Carry her? Oh, the battle raging quietly inside my chest!- I would like nothing more than to take Lo in my arms, but was it safe?
My traitor arms answered for me. "Of course, dearest," I murmured, greedily reaching for Lo and raising her to me.
Restraining any thoughts, I began the climb.
A wayward foot nearly caused me to become undone on step 3. For little Lo was quickly asleep and her small ankle had fallen in front of my loins, already much too close to combustion.
I closed my eyes and began to worry that my body would pass the brink with or without four walls surrounding us, with or without a physical touch from my small partner. In fact, my fire was building in heat at a steady rate that may not last the length of the cursed corridor. The mere friction from my beige and humbert-dreary trousers drove me to a break into a panicked and unsteady run up the remaining steps, only to arrive at a long hallway...