“I have a present for you,” I called out to her trying to keep the laughter out of my voice.“I might be a while, Ryan. You’ll have to finish d...nner,” I heard her say, and then I heard Ryan chuckling with her.I watched my love saunter in, and I patted the side of the bed. Beth slowly stripped off her clothes, never taking her eyes from mine as she did. By the time she joined me, I had something nice and hard for her to enjoy. Mitch rolled over and lay on his side. He watched me make love to. The only question was when that would happen and what the others would do when it did. At some point, three people involved in managing Rosita’s Inn would be unable to work in daylight hours at all. To whom would we turn, then? Such were my thoughts as I looked through the file cabinets at the rents, ledgers, and such. Remember, this was the seventies. We had no internet back then, just files, paperwork, typewriters, etc. No one had a personal desktop, let alone a laptop, a tablet, or a. He had a pale waxy complexion, with crows feet that looked more like eagle claws. Having a receding hairline didn't help matters much. He looked years older than his current 41.After brushing his teeth, he went over to the restaurant (which was already serving food), and looked at it critically. It was a rather generic looking affair, he thought. One of those massive franchises in which every store was an exact clone of another. Taking a peek at the menu, he ordered the Soup of the Day, and. Sometimes when she was really down, some sort of body/face dysmorphia, I'd set her down in front of a body mirror, take her hands into mine, wrap my arms and hers around her, hold her tight with her hands tucked under her chin with mine holding them together and make her say at least five nice things about herself, including that she was beautiful.We were both adults now and it had been quite some time since we'd seen each other. The grin that was almost constant that let you know she was.