... well, I just kinda let it go, I... you might not, I don't know, like it or..." C'mon honey spit it out," he ordered as his hand left the steering ...heel for a second and caressed my thigh."Well," I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, "The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon." Huh, how come?" he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg.Rushing now, eager to spill the whole. She looked incredible. She had pinned her hair back into a bun behind her head and she was wearing bright red lipstick and thick rimmed glasses. She looked much older than her thirty years.She met me with a stern voice and told me to sit in front of her and listen to her teach the lesson. She also told me to remain quiet and pay attention or she will have to discipline me. I immediately remembered back to the restaurant and of my confession about my teacher.I could not resist. I sat in my seat. Last she changed in her nighty which was a light blue strap top deep v cut with lacy top and a belt under the breast. She sat next to me and kept seeing the pics. She asked me to transfer it to her laptop.She suddenly asked me “Do you smoke” and I said yes. She asked me if she can have a fag. I was amazed but went out in the balcony and had a cigarette , it was 2 in the night. Once back in the room she asked me how did she look and I said good , pretty and nice. But she wanted to hear more and. Ed Bradley had insisted on going to a Super Bowl party that afternoon and she had been unable to dissuade him. Vangie paid less than no attention to football or football games but Ed had said something about a special interest in this one. The party was at a friend's duplex apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Fortunately, Vangie found that most of the other women there shared her total lack of interest in the game so they were talking about the latest around-town gossip and decrying.