Siobhan in the Bronx, part three.

In the half-sleep of jetlag and a whiskey-induced hangover, Siobhan processes her unfamiliar surroundings.

When Siobhan’s eyes reopened, her brain couldn’t compute her surroundings. Still in her travel clothes, minus her bra, she anguished over how she ended up where she did!

Then, like a slow drip that quickly accelerated into a torrent, she remembered the bar and her striptease for the men.

‘Oh God Almighty, what in the good Jesus made me do that!’ she thought.

She was sweating now, almost nauseous as she recounted her movements. But that still didn’t answer the question of where she was now. Sitting up in the bed, her eyes searched the room for clues to her whereabouts.

Her luggage was there, her phone and everything else.

‘That’s right! My phone can give me my location and tell me how I got here!’

It was now seven o’clock in the evening, and from her phone, she gathered that she left the bar shortly after one pm and walked the short distance to her current location!

On standing up, her head pounded, and her mouth was parched. It was time to leave the room and explore more. Opening the door, she made her way through a hallway that led…