No matter how late I ever went to bed, sleeping passed 8 or so was unheard of for me. Maybe my 50 years and the sex with this woman was burning me, or...did I just enjoy it too much?Melody appeared in one of my t-shirts and the pirate patch thong from the night before with a cup of coffee in her hand.“I hope you don’t mind, but you had food out there besides coffee. I made breakfast. Come out and sit with me?”“Sure,” I mumbled, “just let me pee.” While taking the cup from her hand and sipping,. He looked my way, smiled, and hugged his daughter. Pat looked on, completely at a loss as to what was taking place. She directed me through the neighborhood, and we were on the expressway, heading south, before she spoke of the check. ‘You can’t imagine what a difference it’s going to make in their lives. He hasn’t been able to work since the stroke, and their retirement doesn’t go very far. I hope they don’t go on a spending spree.’ ‘Is that the reason you moved back home?’ She didn’t respond. “This is first class...”, he adds, enjoying the smooth feeling to the touch. The sound of a second helicopter interrupts them. “Two” and Mrs. Cara show up at the door. MM makes the introductions and invites them to sit at the table.The scene is surreal. In a ramshackle hut, around an impeccably set table, worthy of one of the best Parisian restaurants and lit by fancy chandeliers, a meal for four is served by Jake in evening dress. Next to them, the most famous and beautiful model in the world. She got up and went to the bar to get another drink. We had a waitress. But she wanted everyone in the place to check her out.By the time she got back the DJ started another slow song. She barely sat down and some guy was above her asking her if sure wanted to dance. She did not even look up at him. She looked and me took a sip of her drink and said sure and started to the dance floor. He looked at me and said my laid is the one in the yellow skirt over there and she will dance with you.