Then I picked up the phone and called Nancy. I told her I would be coming by 8:00pm and she said okay. It seemed like the time was on a stand still. F...nally it was 7:35pm. I got my car keys, got in the car and drove to Nancy’s house. Nancy lived in the hostel which means she had a room mate. But she had successfully dismissed her for the night. I knocked on the door, and after about 10 seconds she opened the door and smiled. I handed the flowers over and said good evening. Nancy was leaning. I thought it was cleaning services but when I opened the door to tell them it wasn't necessary it turned out to be the girl from the breakfast-buffet. She had her hair untied now, earlier it was in a sort of bun for practical reasons probably, she looked much better now. I think she even put on a little make-up but she was still wearing that hideous uniform, the first couple of buttons on her blouse were unbuttoned which improved it slightly as now you could see her cleavage better. Before I. D. Lighten the fuck up. It's just life. Have a bit more fun. Life is too short to be pissy and pissed off," and she laughed again.My stepdaughter looked at my wife, looked at me, and about fucking died laughing. And right then and there, I knew no matter how pissy and prudish my wife acted, this vacation was going to kick ass.We were hanging out in the hot tub, Katie was making sarcastic remarks, my wife was being her typical pissed off prudish self, and then out of the blue, Katie made a. I was headed home to Keokuk , Iowa to visit my folks. ‘What are you gonna do since you aren’t goin’ home?’ I asked. Silly question but I never was very good at small talk. ‘A bunch of us girls are going to the Big Easy for sex and relaxation. Oh fuck … what a Freudian slip that was! I meant, rest and relaxation.’ ‘Sounds good. Has New Orleans recovered from Katrina? I mean, are there some good places to stay?’ ‘Yep! We found a cheap place to stay near the French Quarter and the bars are.