He would trail his hand over her silky skin, slip it into that scrap of silk and rub her before plundering her depths with his fingers. A cry startled...him out of his fantasy, it was her, he would recognize her voice anywhere. His heart clenched, fear settled in his gut as he rushed to her forgetting everything in his haste. Just before he opened the secret door, he saw her and froze. She wasn’t, she couldn’t, she was. She was a picture of desire, her elegant fingers plundering the depths he. She worked my muscles with a skill I'd never known before. It hurt, but in a good way. It wasn't just my back that she worked on, either. She gave special attention to my calves where she worked out quite a few knots. She seemed to electrify every inch of my body. She hummed along with the music, occasionally talking to me, telling me more about her life. Despite being lulled into a state of extreme relaxation, her fingers and voice kept me aroused, so much so that I was tenting my towel when. We could each think about the pleasures to be found in the arms of the other, in a place much less public, and in much less clothing. Looking in each other's eyes, we saw all of that. And we both knew that the other knew all of that. And the smiles stayed in place. For the next too many years, we drank coffee together and talked to each other. We learned the names of each other's loved ones. We asked about the school plays and the big games and the illnesses and injuries of each other's. She said that the local men are out hunting somewhere else and the women are here getting fucked. Also the men leave tips that we divide up after the season so everyone has some extra money. I told Karen that was crazy, Karen said that I should go with her tonight and see for myself and so I did. We arrived at one of the rooms and there was several men there and a couple of women. I started drinking and getting a good buzz on, the were flirting and I flirted back. Two men took Karen and I into.