Here's a little story that might keep you awake at night! Well, maybe it won't keep you awake the whole night, but I'm sure it will make you think twice next time you book a hotel. It certainly opened my eyes to the reality that hotel horrors do exist! Therefore, without further ado, I will try not to bug you (pun intended) and get right to the point!

Before our cruise to Bermuda last year, I made plans for my husband and me to spend a few days in NYC before the cruise. We just love Manhattan as a getaway destination, and have always enjoyed wonderful times there in the past, so we agreed it would be a perfect start to our vacation with fine dining, theater, long walks, Central Park, and whatever else we could fit in.

I had arranged for a car to pick us up at JFK, and it was a smooth and comfortable jaunt into Manhattan. We arrived at the 4-star hotel (the name shall remain anonymous, but it was in the popular Theater District near 8th and Broadway, with a fine reputation).

Since it was after 8:30 p.m., we wanted to grab a little dinner and catch some nightlife, so we dropped our bags in the room and off we went into the night! For us West Coast "lightweights", it felt cool and brisk as we walked around that October night, noticing many New Yorkers without any jackets at all! Nonetheless, we felt the energy in the air and stopped into a couple of places near 44th St. for glasses of wine and appetizers.

With all the excitement of getting there, we were exhausted and decided we'd head back to the hotel for a good night's sleep. On our walk back to the hotel, we talked about all the things we hoped to fit in during our short time in the Big Apple!

We routinely got ready for bed, and I decided I wouldn't unpack everything that I had brought for the upcoming cruise, but had the good sense to put the clothes I'd need for NYC on top, so my suitcase remained on the luggage rack to the side of the room. My husband had placed his bag on the closet floor, and worked from there to make his changes.

We crawled into a rather soggy double bed (mattress not as firm as we like) but made the most of it and watched some television before retiring. We turned out the lights on the nightstands. The next thing I knew I was dozing off and felt my husband's fingers brushing my arm. I knew it would keep me awake, so I gently reached to move his hand. I could see that his body position was turned away from me, and the brushing I felt was NOT

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