A night of disappoinment from broken shower to a satisfying sexual encounter to the Turkish hotel owner's son

This is a story about an encounter with the hotel's owner's son in one of the hotels in Turkey.

I was staying overnight in a tatty old hotel in Turkey, where I was doing some traveling.

This night, I had got back to my room late, after an evening of sightseeing and dining, and pulled off my dusty boots to let my feet breathe and cool down.

It was hot, there was no air conditioning in my room, and I needed a shower.

It didn't work. It had worked in the morning and on the previous night, but not now. Not now, when I really needed it.