Each moment brought a new experience, and by the time we were shown to our quarters with were both in love with Morocco. We had one huge room, a massi...e bed at one end, cushions carpets and draped cloth everywhere, like a dream bazaar. There was also a large bathroom with a built in steam room. On the shelves were bottles of rose water, argan oil, and other exotic unguents for us to try out. Hassan also indicated a small table in a cushioned recess upon which sat an elaborately inlaid box. He. ”“You looked kind of down – is anything wrong?”“Now what could be wrong? I’ve got money in the bank, I’m retired, I own a big and very successful consulting company, I have a beautiful and sexy assistant, a lovely and attractive wife, a foxy neighbor lady who could give a corpse a hardon, and some pretty good friends. Why wouldn’t I be the happiest man in the world?”“I don’t know. Why wouldn’t you be? Jim, we’re friends. We’ve shared a lot of pretty intimate things (more than you know, Jim. He carried himself as if he didn’t care, but I knew he did. A couple of his close friends knew, but for the most part he smiled and laughed at all the jokes; sometimes he even made them himself. “Why would you think I didn’t like Kinsey?” he frowned. I paused while looking for the pants I wanted. He was gay, but still, there was something weird about him when it came to McKinsey. The way he called her ‘Kinsey’, always running his fingers through her hair, Sometimes he would pull her onto his. Having a car again gave her a little more freedom, and having money in her account made her feel a little less dependent on me, I think. The crushing defeat of losing everything you own began to fade away, and she seemed overtly happy more often than she was sad.The only flirting I'd done since slapping her ass was verbal, and most of that was light. There's a way to say "Hi" that makes it clear you're really glad you get to say that to a person. They know, by your tone of voice and inflection,.