Since she was West Coast, I sent her a text saying check your email, hurry!!!!She was so excited, she called me and I slipped outside to talk to her. ... She knew I had kids and couldn't always just talk. We still had not approached the "is anyone seeing anyone topic". We talked about how the trip would work, because I did have to work, but she was a sight seeing person, that was going to be no problem. I asked her if she wanted her own room. She said you are so sweet, I want to spend as much. As long as the photos and video were for our personal use they had no problem with it. He also said that, yes, they were all clean. He ended with the line” what happens in Vegas…”. With that we left for the elevators.When we entered the suite, the lights were low, Miles was playing on the stereo system and there were three bottles of Gretchen’s favorite champagne on ice. The guys followed my lead and we took of our jackets, ties and shoes. While I opened the champagne and poured it out they. Claude would never have bothered utilizing the technology like that. He probably hadn't considered knowledge of game playing worthwhile.Renee watched as the two grew slack-jawed, beyond an occasional curse or insult, enmeshed in the game.They paid no attention to her.Somehow, she found herself... angered by the neglect. They were the ones who had trapped her, they were the ones that were planning on making her slave away her life- and take away her identity. And both acted like her presence. She tried to bite his lip but he pulled away. Again, he went for a kiss, landing one firmly on her lips. While she fought again, she wasn’t as ferocious in her struggle. She moaned softly as the kiss turned from a defensive maneuver to a romantic, passion filled kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth. He thought that he had finally cooled her down a bit. “You know I love it when your Irish gets going.” He looked into her eyes and saw that she had blown off all the steam she wanted. He kissed.