Her husband borrowed some slacks and a polo shirt, that was easy. I told my husband, "you know how long it takes me to get ready, you all should have ...nother drink". Our husbands went out on the balcony and enjoyed yet another drink while we went into the room and looked for something to wear. I pulled out several sun dresses I had packed and we started holding them up. This one, or this one, or this one??? She said she really liked a little yellow one with black polka dots on it. I smiled and. ..I’m running a little late. I was held up at work, but should be there in ten minutes or so.” “No worries, take your time,” I texted back. “Save a seat for me,” she replied. Much like before, I was bombarded with a series of questions and doubts. What was she expecting? Should I act more mature? What if she’s disappointed? What if I’m getting “catfished?” My heart leaped as the door swung open. A woman walked through, but not Taís… I sunk back into the couch feeling a sense of relief and. “How may I be of service Miss?” “I’m ready…” His eyebrow quirked up, “for another drink.” I finally finished. He defiantly winked this time as he fetched my drink. While he was away I took my hair down from the knot and fluffed it out a bit. It flowed nicely down my shoulders. I also undid the top button of my blouse to show a bit more cleavage. I guess the liquid courage was getting to me! He arrived back at my aisle, but this time had two drinks in hand. “Do you mind if I join you for a bit?. As I was alone, I feel more comfortable wearing such clothes. And, I had not out on panty and bra too. As cream got dissolved in my skin, I removed the hair, cleaned my hands and legs with cold water and was drying with napkin, a door bell rang. I knew my parents couldn’t be there as they had out of station and will only return at late night. Neither I had called any of my friends, nor then who may be these. I opened the door and a young handsome man was standing in formal wear, with tie on.