We had two bedrooms, a gigantic living room and dining room, and a small wet bar. I tipped the bellman, and Marilyn turned Charlie loose to look aroun....“It’s gorgeous!” said Marilyn.“It’s not bad,” I said, agreeing with her. I opened the sliding glass door up and was hit with the warm tropical breeze. I could look out at the beach and the ocean lapping slowly at the sand. “I really can’t argue with you.”“We should have them stay with us for the weekend,” added Marilyn. “We’ve got the second. We went behind the tavern again to practice with the new weapon, and I quickly got the knack of handling the mace. Hippolyte complimented me on my technique, and I struggled to come up with an explanation of why I was so quickly adapting to the weapons of this era. Then it dawned on me: I was using weapons that Hippolyte was intimately familiar with, so her muscle memory was using her training to follow the simple commands that my mind was issuing.I guessed from that idea that I could handle. In her flirty way she had said “ careful Mike, you will get me all flushed” He had replied “ chance would be a fine thing.” She had looked at him and a look in his eye told her he was serious, so she had asked him if he really thought so and he had told her she was a very attractive woman. So she had told him if he tried a bit harder he may get lucky. Then they both laughed. He then moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her to line her arms up better. He was pressed right up against her. She put her panties and the tissue in a baggie. She cleaned as best she could without making a full production of it, and slipped on a pair of the panties she'd bought. She normally wore bikini briefs; these were "granny-panties" with a high waist, so high that she really couldn't get them snug. Still, it was better than nothing, and if she was going to wear a skirt, she had to wear panties.She headed for her next class feeling a lot better because she didn't have that faint odor that alerted.