We found it without any trouble, as they had two sites with a large caravan with a huge awning of to the side and their car and a boat on a trailer on...the other site. Phil nudged me to go in and knock on their door. But as we got to the caravan, we could see there were three or four adults and some teenagers in deck chairs at the front overlooking the beach. They had drinks and nibbles and all talking up a storm. I suddenly got a bit nervous, thinking that one of the men had to be Allison's. Fuck. Et cetera."I laughed. "You're proud of yourself for THAT one." You haven't heard it before?" Oh, yeah. Just hadn't had it worked into conversation in a while." I opened my front door, motioning her in first."Gentleman," she smiled."Or I want to lock it once you're inside," I said."Gentleman psychopath," she laughed.I did allow the door to close behind me. "Up the hall on the right. Your room." Thanks. Place smells nice." Air freshener. I hate coming home to a musty house." It's nice that. There were dozens of customers of all shapes and sizes, mainly women I noticed immediately. Many of them were dancing. And many of them were casting lecherous glances in our direction."Mm-mm. That sounds as though it might be fun," I laughed, catching the eye of a particularly good-looking middle-aged woman who was sitting against the back wall with a group of about four or five other females. She held my gaze for a long moment before winking at me and lasciviously licking her deep red lips in. I was excited for the prospect of working in California and flew out there for my committee interview. The interview went well and I was sure that I was at least in the running for the job. Following the interview, I received an email from one of the committee members inviting me to a round of golf the next day. I, of course, said yes and told him that I was very excited. I was going to let him discover for himself how much I actually suck at golf. The next day, I showed up in what I thought.