‘Can I keep my bag in your room until I leave? I left it at the desk, but I need it if I’m going to the spa.’ ‘Sure. We’ll ask for another k...y too.’ They approached the desk, and the clerk obtained Sheila’s bag and provided them with another room key. They rode up the elevator and walked down the hall, and Russ opened the door, allowing Sheila to enter first. She tossed her suitcase on the luggage rack in the room, opening it and rummaging around for something to wear to the spa. She found what. She smiled at him and responded, “That is very nice of you to say, but, I’m old enough to be your Mother! How old are you?” she asked.“Twenty three” he replied, “but I don’t girls my age, I like women, and when I saw you I thought; now there’s a smokin’ hot mama!”Sylvia laughed and responded, “You prefer the old gals then, do you? Well, I have to say I’m very flattered, and as I like to say, flattery will get you everywhere!” At that point, she reached over and kissed him, and ran her hands. It turned out she was an artist like myself but a painter and that she was well connected to some of the elite people of this country,all her life she had lived like i said in the country side but her family had also always had an estate in spain where they where during the winter,beside that she had travelled all over the world i found out!Wow what a life story she had...and she is atleast 60 !She still look good though no doubt,she never worked she told me and she is taking care of her self. Strangely, no one had wagered that it wouldn't collapse. They would have cleaned up, but it did look precarious, balanced as it was, on slim pedestals, tier upon tier with a bride and groom perched on the smallest cake at the top.Auntie Maud got drunk on the punch and fell off the seat that had been placed under her as she tottered off the dance floor. She had lain on the floor, giggling and showing off her drawers where her legs were draped across the chair seat. No one noticed. It was her.