After another sip of her beer, Tina reached behind her and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the pool decking. Then she asked if that was better an... I told her yes it was much better. She looked down at my tented swimsuit and said it looked like I was under considerable strain and should do something about it and reached out and grabbed my waistband, reached in and untied the string and tugged them down to my ankles. If thought this redhead was a 12 on a scale of 1 to 10, seeing her perfect. She reacted by giving me a slow but wide grin saying, “Hmmmm…a little slutty here aren’t ‘we’?There was just something about her; something nice and fun.After a little while she moved to stare directly at me and said, “Honey, I want to kiss you…right now.”“I thought you never would.”“Hmmm, pucker-up bitch.”I did, she moved in and our lips met. Nothing big or sloppy, just a very nice soft kiss. It was the next one that had the bartender remark about us getting a room…it was all tongue…all wide. I felt like a car. You know, when you stop at a traffic light and some oikcomes up to your car, washes the windscreen at an incredibly quick pacethen demands money with menaces.Before I knew it, the nurse was gone, leaving me clean, but still slightlysoggy around the edges.It was 6.58am and I was beginning to hate that bloody clock.The ticking of the clock helped me drift off to sleep.I dreamt that I was at a ball. It was being held at a stately home. I wasin the ball room with what appeared to. From the road you had no idea what was going on. Once in there, the parking attendants directed where to park your car and it was then a short walk to the Clubhouse main building. This building played the role of the social mixer. It had a large dance floor, nice DJ, a bar and buffet, several pool tables and dart boards, and dozens of tables for you both to sit down and meet people. Yup. Just like being at a normal club. Except...Outside there were at least a half dozen out buildings and.