It was my son. “Hey.”“Hey Babe, want to talk?”“John, you’re an idiot.” I hung up and laughed. I guess he got over the embarrassment, and...now he was going to tease me. I was proud of him. He called Laura yesterday and broke off their affair and did not involve me or use me as the reason he was ending it.I got three more calls from my son during the week. One to find out where his favorite shirt was and two, ‘Hey Babe, want to talk?’ I told him where his favorite shirt was and hung up on him. Tom returned with two large bath towels and we undressed, putting our clothes and valuables in the lockers. Tom had to use a third locker for all my shopping. “Standing naked next to Tom, I said, “What do we do with the locker keys?” “Clip them on the towels,” said Tom, “where else can we put them?” I gave Tom one of my sheepish grins and said, “Let’s get a hot shower.” There were six showers, three on one wall and three on the opposite wall. They were quite large with. “Oh, yes, I suppose so. May I – you didn’t – I mean – “ Bree was still bent over the console, feeling around for her bra. “Look, we’re going to have to sharpen our communications skill set. I don’t think you’ve completed many sentences and all these hesitations while you pussyfoot around what you want wastes time – time you’re paying for. Now, finish a sentence.” They say that actions speak louder than words and what the blonde did spoke volumes. She slid two fingers into the dancer’s damp. Smith. It was wrong, her mind told her. She wanted Mr. Smith, but the woman was so soft and comforting. She understood Alex' needs. She wasn't demanding. Alex had never kissed a woman before and found it thrilling. It was different, softer. The woman pushed her further and further until Alex was left gasping for air.The toys were next. At least, that's what the woman called them. She was almost naked now and so was Alex. They strapped Alex over a bar that pushed her butt way up in the air.Alex.