BeingVegas, a town that never closes, George stepped into the attached hotellounge to have a drink. She was not ready to go back to her dingyroom. S...e needed to sit and think. The sun had just cleared theskyline of hotels and the weather was currently very comfortable, soCrystal made her way through the small lounge and on to the patio area.An area where she could think, drink, and smoke.Sitting down, she lit up a cigarette and relaxed while she contemplateda very real dilemma. Living as a. About a week ago, my girlfriend and I got a little too hammered, and started sharing secrets. It started out innocent enough, both of us describing guilty pleasure musicians and the like. I don't keep much of anything for her, especially now, but it finally slipped that I have had a thing for my older sister for some time now. Alissa's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at this comment, and she started probing me with tons of questions, most of which are sexual. I told her I'd never, nor would I. At the rate of four flashes per hour the 22 illuminations took five and a half hours to complete. The resulting photograph looked a little weird; 22 Wendys' taking 22 pictures. Each of the 22 flashes resulted in 22 individual photographs taken with Wendy's pre war 35 mm Zeiss. Considering the heat from the bulbs and how long it took for them to cool, the 15 minutes between shots was barely enough.It was the 22 individual pictures that allowed Wendy to discover the additional 11 side caves. She. I honestly told her I was missing her and she seemed flattered. The next hour was filled with old and new experiences. When I was finally spent, I asked if I could stay a while. She had no more “visitors” until a while later so we talked. She commented, “Men usually leave right after they finish. I like to visit too.”I picked up on her loneliness and she was delighted when I asked her many questions about herself. She’d long ago learned how to flatter her visitors by doing that but, few.