"And," Rebacca - as Rebacca - asked, throwing her arms around my neck and making me sit on the sofa, she in my lap, "Could you please inform the front...desk that all messages are to wait until morning - wait! Better yet, we haven't checked in yet. We don't want any disturbances tonight, do we, Darling?" The last word rolled in her tongue in an exotic, sensuous fashion, and the alarm bells went off as my cock twitched under her weight. Then, as if for emphasis, and even before I had composed. I knew in which bookcase to look to find what I needed. So there I was a little later sitting at the desk in my den, staring at the answer. As the pure cold truth of it sank in, I began to laugh and cry together. ‘A good trick, God, oh a real humdinger!’ I cried. ‘You really got me with that one, you old futzer! I’ll give you credit, Old Man, you’ve one helluva sense of humor, pardon the expression!’ I’m not sure why, but a woman will still fix breakfast for a man whether she likes him or not.. Jake’s invitation was different. Jake didn’t suggest a quiet one-on-one evening. He suggested something more noisy and active. He wanted to take me to his favorite club, a live-music, dancing, nightclub atmosphere. I admitted it sounded like fun and he guaranteed it. He said there was one problem with it, though, and that was he needed to meet with his associates, but if I was willing to take a cab to the club, he would take care of my every wish and need after I arrived. That was too. I gathered myself and said, “That was Debby’s idea. She knew it wouldn’t be a cruise ship, but liked the idea of traveling by water.”Again I started choking up. Cinnamon took my hand.“It still hurts, doesn’t it,” she said quietly. We sat silently for several minutes.“I have to get to work. What are you going to do today?” she asked.“I am going to spend some time in the water and on the beach. Maybe do some walking on the beach. How far does the beach go?” I asked.“Most of the length of the.