Perhaps a better question is, what were you expecting when you read the title and proceeded to entertain the thought of reading such an alluringly titled piece of work, that you ultimately found yourself so puzzled and in such remorse that you look back on the past 2 minutes of your life more upset by missing the point than of your choice to read this story with an expectation of actually gaining some sort of value from it other than entertainment?

Because, quite frankly, I'm thoroughly disappointed by the lack of an over-sensualized, explicitly vivid, and wildly passionate adult-rated narrative that seems to have been substituded for a highly imaginative-demanding and overwhelmingly simplified explanation involving a bunk bed their hotel had and how they "used it." I mean c'mon, give me something more to work with, who are we writing for, ants?