I consider it a cost of doing business. When people see you in that car, I want them to think of BTN as a class outfit." That's incredible, Val. A rai...e and a reborn car, all in the same afternoon. I don't know what to say." Well, then it's settled. If you're happy, I'm happy. Have a good weekend, and we'll see you Monday," I said, standing and offering my hand. She shook it with her usual firm grip and then surprised me with a quick kiss on the cheek. I wasn't expecting that.Friday, October. . do you hear me, anything?" Finally my eyes again rose to lock with hers. "I will sleep with you if that is what you want?" She seemed embarrassed, for some reason, and it amused me - after her sordid tale and now her bawdy request. Did she believe me a lesbian - now that horrified me!Completely against my better judgement and before I could think about it, I asked, "Tonight?" The waves of heat that were rolling through my body seemed to be now centralizing toward my midriff. God, why did I. I looked around and seen a elderly man leaning over the railing. I said excuse me? He said your looking like you're getting red. I said thanks, and sat under the umbrella for a few minutes. The man came down and asked who I was, and if I lived here. I told him I was visiting my dad for a few weeks. He said I should cover my shoulders to keep from burning more. I said ok and threw my towel over them. He asked if I was thirsty, I said I was fine thank you. He said he lived a couple of floors. At lunchtime, my wife rang me and said the two guys had rung her and asked for a repeat performance and was I happy for her to arrange it? I said I was and it was arranged for the Friday evening. Friday soon arrived and it was arranged for the two guys to come straight to the house. They arrived at seven thirty, laden with bottles of wine and beer. We were all getting to know one another better and the drinks were flowing well. One of the guys asked my wife if she liked to be spit-roasted. I.