" You mean chaperone the kids?" He grinned."I'd like to do this without having to chaperone the kids," she said."Play miniature golf?" he teased."Some...hing like that," she said."I'm sure we can work something out." Good. Call me?" Absolutely," he said.Then he leaned over and kissed her good night.This kiss was no polite peck. It was an exchange in which soft lips communicated a yearning that both felt, but neither was yet comfortable putting into words. It went on for a good twenty seconds, and. The cab pulled up outside the Hotel and I gathered my thoughts back to the task in hand. I had never been here before, only knew it by reputation, but I wasn’t surprised at the opulence of my destination. The glass entrance was immaculate and the liveried doorman opened the taxi for me. He offered his hand as I prepared to leave the safety of my carriage…”Good evening ma’am and welcome to The Lancaster”. I stepped from the vehicle and took a deep breath, dressed in black heels, high, and. ” When he suggested coming here, she’d been about to claim an early call the next morning and go back to her apartment. But, she’d been to the Loft a couple of times with Colin’s friends who had an open invitation to drop by and loved the crowd she’d met there. If Wall Street Guy had such an invitation, it made him far more interesting than cocaine ever could.Still, it didn’t make him interesting enough to go looking for him when he ditched or was ditched by her within ten minutes of arriving.. ..but as for the young Jawa women? They had nothing to do but stand around. We noticed each other immediately. Oh yes, I noticed them. Who wouldn't? Young Jawa females went around with a minimum of dress. At least for Jawas. Their robes were cut to show, and in my present state of frustrated arousal, from here they looked yummy. Who knows what rules govern Jawa culture? They seem to make nothing of the fact the girls are practically naked by their standards. Gone are the full body robes..