To break what could only be described as an awkward silence, Bob finally let out another whistle and said, “Why don’t you invite me along the next...time you gals have a day out?” Karen began to cry. “Oh shit,” she sobbed, “you weren’t supposed to see those last photographs. I didn’t know that that the photographer took them. I am so sorry, Bob. I don’t know what to say, but please do not hate me.” Before Bob could say anything, Rachel rose from the sofa, stood in front of her friends and. " Ah, er, there are limits to support, Babe." Hah, he sure turned pale in a hurry," Tony roared. "Don't worry, I wuzonly kiddin."And so the evening went. Everyone ordered from the Marriott's excellentmenu and ate their fill. And, as always, Micki was happy to devoureveryone's leftovers."Jez, ya damn little rat," Tony said. "Keep dat up an' yous are going toweigh 300 pounds!" If you don't mind my asking, Antonio, how much do you weigh now?" Nickyasked. "Your waist looks really small." Yeah, I. He then turned and left. I opened the piece of paper and read the instructions as obviously written my Mrs. Jones. The instructions indicated that I was to arrive at the suite no later than 6:45. I was to remove my clothes in the hallway, save for my heels, and place them in a lock-box that would be sitting outside the suite. Once my clothes were secured, I was to use my passkey to enter the suite. The note indicated that Mrs. Jones would be waiting for me inside the suite and if I failed to. The trek took about four hours, during which time we learned that they owned and operated a farm equipment sales operation just outside Calgary, that he was thirty-two years old and she was twenty-four, and that they had been married for four years and were crazy about each other. By the time we reached our campsite we were all entirely comfortable with each other and it was six in the evening, so we invited them to join us for supper. I cooked up hot-dogs, chicken and more burgers on the grill.