‘What the heck are you doing?’ ‘Theresa, chill out, okay? God.’ Cindy looked back at Martin, about to speak, but no words came. She looked hi... up and down. What did she see? She finally asked, ‘What’s your name?’ Oh fucking A, she didn’t even know his name. Well NOW he felt embarrassed. ‘Martin,’ he said. ‘Floyd.’ ‘Which is it?’ Cindy asked. ‘Martin Floyd,’ he said. ‘Floyd’s my last name.’ ‘Oh FUCK,’ Theresa said with amused disbelief. ‘Cindy, let’s go.’ The cheerleaders disappeared down. She shot me a coy look and I smiled. The food arrived and so did my Lady Friend looking a little worse for wear. She talked to both her daughters for a while as we ate. On the bill was a note from the Room Service Manager asking me to meet her later this evening. The daughter came over and told me that she invited their neighbor as well and I said great. Soon the neighbor showed up at the pool party. She was skinny with a small frame but a pretty smile. I was introduced and she looked at me. I think next was sideways. And then after that was the one where I was on top, but not facing him. What’s that called again?”“Reverse cowgirl.”“Yeah, reverse cowgirl. That is such a weird name. But Sarah, that is when I fucked up.”“You had an orgasm, didn’t you.” Sarah unconsciously shook her head, but didn’t say anything more.“Yeah. I tried to stop, but I just couldn’t. And I couldn’t hide it. I was facing right at the camera. And I didn’t just come once. Once it started, I came like. The phones were manned by three women and two men, all seated along a table at right angles to the rostrum. “I’ve never been so excited,” said Elizabeth. “Me too. I think he’s getting ready to start.” “Whatever it makes,” said Elizabeth, sincerity etched into her lovely features. “We go half. Hundreds of thousands, a few million. We split it down the middle.” “You don’t have to, baby. It’s your painting.” “No Cindy. It’s ours. Well, until it’s sold.” “See your folks right. If there’s a bit left.