I told her I hatedgetting a manicure and pedicure and that I never wanted to go to the salonagain. I must have sounded like a little boy having a fit....I'm sorry. But it wasn't fair to take me there and not tell me what theywere going to do to me." She wanted to surprise you." She certainly did." She thought you would like it. Why didn't you just say 'no'." I don't know." I want you to tell her you're sorry tomorrow." Okay. Did you think I would like it?" I thought you might but I guess you. I was checking her out from the rear, nice ass, nice small waist; the drink was starting to get to me and smiling. Suddenly the girl in the hula costume turned to me, she smiled and apologized while I was staring at her ample tits. I looked up and realized it was my sister wearing a wig (she has natural blonde hair). I felt awkward then she winked and pinched my butt as she walked away.My sister was flirting with and she didn't know it was her little brother... quickly my awkwardness went away. They were getting $500 a month as payment for the office cleaning business which was a nice little $6,000 a year. There had been the home they flipped for a profit of $6,000 (it was the only thing they had to pay capital gains taxes on that year). There were the two loans for $15,000 which they were paying to Two Guys Working. There were contracts for $66,000 to rebuild 7 homes, of course 5 of those homes had been finished by now. Two of them had been paid in the previous tax year to the tune. Her boss had told her the four-day stay was fully paid for except for extras. He would authorize one “extra”, he’d said. Em ate her dinner in the little dining gazebo out by the pool and browsed the spa menu while she did so. A three-hour “resort massage” with either a masseuse or a masseur cost $300. You could select a therapist from a couple of pages of brief bios with photos. The spa said it particularly recommended a late afternoon or evening poolside massage with your selected therapist.