We embraced like the long-lost friends we were, but I wasn’t expecting the incendiary kiss that followed. Were we in the middle of the lobby, I migh... have taken her right there except for the thousand or so witnesses.“Whey you called, I got the rest of the day off and took a cab right over here,” she said. “I’ve already given my notice there anyway.”There was lounge that I wasn’t familiar with – not surprising given my limited time in Vegas. I just knew she was gainfully employed as a dancer,. Years earlier, our first time. We were in my basement, after school, watching music videos. I was sixteen at the time, Debbie fifteen. Jeez, did I love to look at her tits. I was on one end of the couch, my left arm stretched out along the back of that couch. Debbie was on the other end, her right hand stretched out in my direction. Inches separated them. As I took my eyes from the TV to gape at Debbie's boobs, I noticed how close our fingers were to each other. It reminded me of the ceiling of. "This time I want something from you, Trina."No response."If you give it to me, maybe I'll go away."A short silence. And then the door creaked open a little, just enough to allow out my sister's furious face."What do you want."I shrugged. "Answer the question. Why are you so angry at me?"She stared at me, her face frozen."I mean... I've done my best to steer clear of you, because I know you don't like having me around. And... If I've offended you on accident, well... I'm sorry. I didn't mean. “Sorry, I’m just not sure I can go through with this.”“I know, I’m pretty antsy myself. I’ve left twice and came back. That’s thirty dollars’ worth of coffee with tips.”“Why didn’t you take it with you?”“I don’t drink coffee, it gives me heart burn.”Well that kind of won me over. I figured he must be okay if he tipped the barista all three times for coffee he didn’t drink. We went to the hotel we had agreed on. After we took care of parking and retrieved our suitcases we walked into the hotel.