The attendant delivered, a horn honked behind us.“Call me,” said Myndee.I pulled away and out onto the street.“What do you want to do with your ...old?” Jim asked.“Sell it.”“You going to quit working?”“Absolutely not. In the grand scheme of things ... it’s not very much money,” Myndee said. “I’m safe where I am.”“You’ll take a big hit from the taxman,” I said.“I guess I’ll go see grandfather in Hurstville,” she said.“What is with all you girls?”“What?”“Abby knew a grandfather in Hurstville.”“Same. Do you work for Jason Welch?" Welch was a manufacturer who worked his own booth at trade shows. He owned Southwest Pottery, an account Carol had tried to attract for years. Denise must be one of the showgirls Welch hired as eye candy for the shows. He certainly picked a winner with this one, Carol added silently, though showgirls weren't needed for gift shows because most of the buyers were woman."Yes. Well, I should get back to the booth."Why not? "Denise, ah hell, I'll just blurt it out.. " Surprisingly, their anxiety dissipated as soon as they lay down. Within minutes,each man was asleep. At about midnight, Sam awoke, or thought he did. He was still lying on hisback, but he was out in the open and had a plain view of countless stars. Wherehad the tents gone? Where had his friends gone? He smelled the strange perfume,stronger than ever. Quite suddenly, a woman appeared before him. She was naked, and beautiful,with almond eyes and long black hair that reached to her waist. Her. He brushed my cheek with his other hand as he invited me to follow him into the shower."How about we stay here," I replied, "I already need to wash these sheets." Jeff smiled sweetly as I began stroking him. I cradled his shoulders with my free arm as we kissed passionately. My breathing quickened and I felt an oncoming orgasm. Jeff and I came in unison. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I proceeded downstairs for breakfast while Jeff showered. Reverend Neale was on TV again, it appeared.