Jenny moved to stand between him and Darlene to pour their drinks. Dan watched her fill his glass full to the brim.“Dan, you’re allowed to touch t...e servers,” Carla said softly to his ear.“You’re sure?”“Yes, quite sure.”Dan shifted on his chair and his right hand to Jenny’s inner thigh made her startle. His hand smoothed her soft warm skin and slipped higher under the hem. Fingers were met by increasing warmth until he touched her damp slit.“No panties,” he thought as the tips separated her. Within ten minutes, I was free to expose myself without concern.After another ten minutes of walking, I reached an open area where I put down my bag, set-up my chair, and relaxed for a few minutes. When I felt comfortable, I took off my shorts and thong and pulled on a string bikini bottom before sitting back down. I watched as a few men passed. They looked like sun worshippers who came strictly for a “complete” tan. I dozed off for about half an hour.I woke up, took a drink of water, and. " OK," I said and closed my eyes.When I opened my eyes, the world shifted. I was in a suite. Apparentlyon a high floor of the Mandalay Bay. It wasn't the penthouse oranything, but this room was easily six or seven hundred dollars a night,off peak. It was really nice. I looked out the window at my beautifulview of the strip below and took in the lights and breathed in the airof a nice hotel room for once. In the window I caught my reflection andthen turned around to check it out properly. He always had a smile for her.“Hey, Sam. Yeah, I’m just soaking up a little of this late March sunshine. The wind isn’t off the big lake today so it’s pretty nice out here.”“You looked kind of down – is anything wrong?”“Now what could be wrong? I’ve got money in the bank, I’m retired, I own a big and very successful consulting company, I have a beautiful and sexy assistant, a lovely and attractive wife, a foxy neighbor lady who could give a corpse a hardon, and some pretty good friends. Why.