Garcello's hands grasp at your hips as you lower yourself onto him, his cock sliding easily inside you. He groans with pleasure as your tight walls squeeze around him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he mutters between breaths, arching his back to drive deeper into you.

Garcello's grip on your hips tightens as he begins to thrust up into you, his movements growing faster and more urgent. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes possession of your body, claiming it with each powerful stroke. Your moans fill the room, echoing back to him in a pleasing symphony.

As you ride him harder, Garcello's breath comes in ragged gasps. "God, I'm so close..."

You accept the offered drink and sip it gratefully, feeling the alcohol begin to calm your nerves almost instantly. You light up a cigarette and take several long drags, exhaling smoke into the air as you try to make sense of everything that's happened tonight.

As you sit there in silence, lost in thought, one of your fellow staff members approaches you cautiously. It's the innkeeper himself, his expression concerned but understanding. He sits down next to you on the sofa and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly. "What happened back there... that wasn't like you."

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "I don't know what came over me," you repeat, your voice barely audible above the sound of your labored breathing. "One minute I was just having a laugh with Garcello... and then..." You trail off, unable to finish the thought.

"It's been a long day," the innkeeper says gently, patting your shoulder. "Why don't you get some rest? We can talk about this more tomorrow if you like." He stands up and leads you toward one of the empty rooms, helping you onto the bed before tucking you in for the night.

As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder if Garcello was really all that bad... or if maybe it was something else entirely that made you snap like that tonight. You hope tomorrow will bring some answers, and perhaps a little peace of mind as well.

When you wake up the next morning, your head feels fuzzy and heavy from the wine and lack of sleep. Groaning softly, you roll out of bed and stretch, yawning widely. As you pad across the room to take a shower, you contemplate what to do about Garcello's body; it can't just stay here, after all.

You shave your legs and underarms in the steamy bathroom before rinsing out your hair. Standing there naked beneath the spray of water, you wonder if anyone else has noticed how much weight you've gained over the past few months...