I decided to take my remaining chocolate coffee with me on a mini tour.
The corridor of the top floor that led to the spiral staircases had several shut doors of the same size. I am sure this was the main master bedroom, and the others, no doubt, belonged to Joe or Dallas, who also lived here. The rest were guest rooms for other club members who either needed or wanted to spend the night here. I had no need or desire to see any of those, so I made my way down the stairs to the next landing.
I found another comfy-looking lounge with glass windows that reached from floor to ceiling. The floor below had what looked like a theatre room, a media centre, and another lounge. I expected to find a mess in each room, but there was nothing. I had yet to see the maid I imagined would need to care
