As we pulled in the drive, Jim said, “Albert told me about this place.”“How is Albert?”“Disappointed you didn’t call him ... maybe pissed....He’s certified, too. So is Mattie. They’d heard and wanted to help. Mattie has her own troubles with the uni Rugby club.”I let that stew a bit.At the private home, we were greeted in the grand style. The food was by buffet and the price was reasonable ... by Dunedin standards. They were bordering on ridiculous by American standards. But it was all you could. It was the beginning of 1983 when the minimum wage was $3.35 an hour or just under $7,000 annually. The median income was just under $21,000 a year. We were paying our drivers fifteen cents a mile, which was the equivalent of nine dollars an hour or $18,720 a year. This compensation was better than most of the drivers received before coming to us. What this salary did not consider was that many of their old bosses expected them to work many more than the forty hours a week that their job called. "Did you know about this when you booked the trip?" I did, but it's a clothing optional resort. That doesn't mean we have to be naked too," I said trying to cover my tracks cautiously."Hmmm, this could be fun," she said to my surprise.Wow, I couldn't believe her reaction was so positive and accepting. I thought for sure I'd be in deep shit until I had the chance to talk her into staying.We checked in and got the keys to our room. As we entered our room, we both stood in awe. The room was a. She had one knee lifted as she lay on her back and the dim light played over the heavy cones of her tits, but when he looked on down the sweep of the magnificent body, he couldn't make out her pussy, only the general shape of the dark mound hidden in shadows. But he could stare to his heart's content at the beauty of her legs, so long and molded; he could gaze hungrily at the melons of her firm, tip-tilted breasts, and he drank in the sights.Glynn thought of how many times his old man must have.