I told you ... I alluded to some very powerful people being at the resort. Very powerful and very well known. Melinda saw something she shouldn’t ha...e seen, and people want her quiet. Or gone. She’ll explain on the way home, but we need to get her out of here. She’s been holed up here, working in the kitchen and hiding out here with a friend we met a couple of months ago. They promised to keep it quiet, but money is money and who knows how long it would take for someone to offer up...”“Enough. I went home and told my husband that my workout buddy had died and I was bummed out. I then told him, “I will be going to the funeral Saturday so I won’t be around until later, when we are going out to the party.”Saturday came and I dressed and went to the Funeral home, still upset that Harry was gone. He died at sixty-four from a sudden ailment, however, who really knows what that meansI went in and I saw Joe and stood beside him. He pointed out family and friends as we paid our respects. I. As in a dream, a dream come true, I knelt on the shaggy carpet and bent to give my beloved her wish. I was at my most talented and dedicated tongue tickling, going through the whole of the dance with the tender tissues I lapped. I made her pleasure button zing with joy, the hole to open with welcome, and the slot to exalt from luxurious licking.Then her hands reached down and caught my armpits to signal that I should stretch up and over her. I carefully set my knees on the couch between her. The next part of this story I have had to piece together from the whole months disjointed memories Mya has now given me, and scraps, ( she couldn’t keep notes or a diary) and odd bits I have gleaned from Marc, who`s good man, but not the world`s best communicator, well not with me anyway… hint, hint Marc… A track suit was to be the covering to the soft white underclothing, for propriety sake on the journey and Marc, at her insistence mailed me picture`s both with and without the suit before.