“The hotel and everything you can see - as far as you can see - in any direction you look from the roof,” I said.“You do not recognize me, do yo...?” he asked.“No I am afraid not,” I replied.‘I’m Sam Brothers, my wife is Senator Ginger Brothers of Nevada,” he said.“OK, you do a much better job than I do of staying out of the media,” I said.“The Senator is not with you?” I asked.“No, she prefers the Washington animals,” he said with a laugh.“Animals they are; tell her I said hello. I may get to. ‘Hi, neighbor’, I managed to speak as my eyes gave her a good once over. ‘I noticed you moving in and thought you could use a hand. My name is Jack, and I live right across the hall there’. ‘Hi Jack!’ she said enthusiastically and extending her hand. ‘I’m Ashley, nice to meet you.’ Ashley appeared to be even younger than I had suspected. Her blonde hair seemed almost white compared to her tanned, flawless skin. She wore a tight fitting T-shirt that clung to her body, and her breasts were firm. She was happy to see me, and we spent twenty minutes or so talking about nothing in particular.I asked if she fancied another drink after work, and happily she said yes.We went back to the same pub and sat at the same table and soon we were once again chatting away as before.All too soon it was time to go home. We walked back to our cars that were parked next to each other in the car park. I felt awkward in saying good bye, and to my surprise, Sarah leaned in and put her arms around my neck and. It is the occasion of my friend, Jess’s hen night and it is a quiet and small affair of perhaps nine of her closest friends. Relaxed and informal we have been sitting, talking and drinking in the lounge overlooking the hotel’s garden and across the fields beyond. I found myself alone with Jess. She thanked me for organising the party and I told her it was a pleasure. We discussed the plans for the remaining time at the hotel and I told her there were surprises yet to come. We smiled at each.