Really struggling with the beer tonight; I think my body is completely saturated with it. Ah what a pleasure the curvy receptionist has just come into the bar and is standing there talking with the bar staff. I take the chance to steal long looks at her in profile; she is really, really beautiful. She has been the best memory of this trip to Berlin. She, on her own, might even tip the balance enough to make me want to come all the way back. Frl ——. Now I am getting an erection just sitting here thinking about her. If only she worked in the bar instead of reception. But I thought that in Vienna too. And in Brussels. Malicia (what a name!) who checked me in. Gorgeous. All the while I have been in Berlin, it is the pretty, pretty receptionist that I think of.