Around ten, things changed, an elaborate water pipe appeared. One with many mouthpieces, and a rather large bowl. Joel found me. "Be careful of that,"...he said indicating the bong. "It will have hash in it, and it will knock your socks off."I thanked him for the warning, but I was already too far gone to heed him. In the end, I would have to try it. Tonight proved to be one of Joel's lucky nights. Not long after giving me the advice, a rather attractive female who he'd been working on, dragged. Just in time for Cole to reenter the room. He turned on the light, and she squinted. He was holding a plate and a glass and sat next to her on the bed. It was cold in her room and his welcome heat washed over her. ‘Thank you. What is all this?’ ‘That’s a dandelion salad, and roasted squash, and this is aglio olio.’ ‘What are these here?’ she asked, pointing to the salad. ‘Capers, I think.’ He stretched out next to her, lay on his side, propped himself up with an elbow to watch her eat. ‘Do. On day 3, we finally wrapped up everything around nine in the evening. I headed back to our hotel bar for a couple of much needed drinks. I was on my second drink when I noticed a striking beauty at the other end of the bar. She looked to be in her late thirties and was extremely well built. The man she was with looked to be in his forties. I remembered seeing him at the meeting. He motioned me to come over and join them. It was definitely better than drinking alone. When I got to their table. Megan took her floral nightgown off over her head and tossed it in the hamper, stepping into her panties as Robert watched her. She wiggled her butt at him as she clasped her bra and adjusted the straps on her shoulders. She walked over to the bed and pulled on her jeans. They were snug in all of the right places. She returned to the bathroom, shirtless, and began to curl sections of her long hair, twirling the locks around her finger before letting them fall. ‘Hi again.’ She spoke, making eye.