Even from 50 feet away across the road, I could see her make-up looked ... well, it didn’t look like other people’s. There was too much of it, or ...t was too bright or dark, or it was badly applied or smeared, or something.And she wasn’t heading anywhere, just ... walking. Slowly. Meandering, really.She walked about 30 yards, stopped, looked up and down the street. She causally lit a cigarette, and then meandered back again, and stopped just where the railway lines crossed the main road. In the. If she took the key, then what would she need to do from there.She took the drink of her martini and started to get money out of her purse to pay the bartender. As she set it on the bar her hand grabbed the key and picked it up. As the bartender came to pick up the empty glass she pushed the money back toward her. “He already paid for that” she said with another wink and picked up the glass. The bartender must have seen that she picked up the key.Well, that decided it, she was going to see this. It's that certainshyness that she has. It's that there is something old-fashioned abouther. There are plenty of beautiful women in Vegas, but there is somethingabout an old-fashioned woman that is very refreshing." You mean that she isn't one of those modern, career women, like me,"taunted Melissa."Oh, Melissa, you know I would do anything for you. And you've got agreat husband who loves you just the way you are. I'm just looking forsomething different, that's all. I want the kind of marriage. "What about panties" she says softly, playfully biting her bottom lip, then pausing to enjoy the wetness of her fingers as they stroked her willing lips, gently parting ever so slightly to allow her index finger to explore her willing holeHe smiles as he says "no panties babe, travel down here with no nicks on" What do you have planned"she asks. "You will see, it will be fun". They continue a normal conversation, their last words that day are "you, see you tomorrow".Dressed as requested she.