My mind's eye pictures how I must look with the flickering light of the candles lighting my curves and accentuating my full womanliness. I picture how...you must be seeing me from your perspective at the end of the bed. A vision of pure, unadulterated sexiness. In a magical moment I’m proud of my womanly form, proud that I turn heads with my femininity. Proud that of the arousal that I’m so easily capable of creating in everybody. In that magical moment I’m eager to allow those who want to, to. ..well I did tell Dorothy, my wife, that I'd be back for supper." Couldn't you tell her you'd...you'd met an old school chum and that you're going to stay the night at your club?"He's now warming to the idea of spending the night with an ex-prostitute. "Well...I suppose so." Go into the other room and ring her, pet. There's a phone by the bed. I'll pour you another glass of wine."Sir Henry needs little encouragement to make the call and while he is out of the room, Marjorie replenishes both. If you don’t show we will leave. See you soon. Bye.”“Well Fran, let’s hope he shows.” We walked 15 minutes, ordered a pair of iced teas and sat outside. At 17:35 we were interrupted by a man about 30 saying, “Some nice lady said I would find two ladies drinking iced tea on the Beach Bistro patio.”I stood, gave him a hug and said, “I’m that nice lady. Mack, my sister, Fran.” She stood and hugged him.“Mack,” I began, “Let’s talk a little business. You can walk away now if you don’t like what you. I'm glad I didn't miss this one!"She stopped and turned to look down at me. She smiled and blew me a kiss. When she started again, she made sure to swish her hips a little more giving me a little pre-game show!We got to the room and I unlocked the door, holding it open for Angel. She smiled and stroked my cheek as she walked past me into the room.My hotel room was simple and utilitarian. There wasn't much decor or luxury–I couldn't afford the higher end hotel prices since I didn't yet have a.