She thought she was beginning to believe in the superstitions of the book and that was totally against her nature. She put the thoughts out of her min... although they kept creeping back in. Anne got off the train and went to where her car was parked. Although she lived in an apartment, her choice, Anne was very secure financially. She had indulged herself one day into buying a 1955 baby blue Thunderbird convertible. It was one of the few things she had ever wanted. Even owning this car seemed to. Ollie and Carl flew to be with them for the holidays, missing their company and wanting to see that part of the country anyway. Temperatures were pleasant and getting so much sunshine was a real change from where they lived.The motor home was plenty big for the travelling couple but got a bit cozy for four. The visitors didn’t mind although they were used to more privacy. Ollie announced at the dinner after their arrival, “Hey, we’re family, more or less, and we’re all mature adults, more or. My pussy was already wet as nervous excitement was building inside me. I could not believe I had talked my hubby into vacationing at a nudist resort but, like me, he had never been afraid of trying something new, especially if it meant lying around naked with me on a tropical beach in the middle of winter.I rested my head on his shoulder as I watched our flight attendant work her way down the aisle serving drinks and flirting with the other passengers. I could not help but notice how beautiful. The girl behind the counter hadn't made any effort to suggest any likely "opportunities" she couldn't even tell him when the next round of sponsorship interviews were likely to be scheduled."No," she said, pushing his registration card across the counter, "we've heard nothing here. Been a rush on today. Lots of you solitaries having a change of heart are you?"He shrugged and took the OC — as the Opportunity Card was known to all. It was a joke. "Being on the OC" meant doing nothing in the slang.