"Is that a 'Tankini'?" Gemma asked as we walked back to the room afterBreakfast."A what-kini?" I said."A Tankini," said Gemma, "surely you've heard of...a tankini. You know, abikini bottom with a sleeveless top, a tank top!" No," I said, "its just a top and shorts." OK, well, I'm already wearing mine under this dress," she said. It wasa rather beautiful, long wrap-over beach dress. Pink with stylisedmulti-coloured jungle plants all over it."I don't really have any beachwear with me," I said. ”“Yeah, what is up with some of these folks today?”I chuckled took a drink of wine and replied, “I don't know, if I knew that, I could be rich.”“She was weird; she seemed really nice but hated sex, that’s no fun.”“Yeah, no fun, at all,” I giggled.“What did you do today?”“Oh not much, worked on a story, talked to my dad, and a couple of friends. Why, what’s on your mind?”“Nothing really.”“How’d you like to join me in the hot tub for a massage?” Without waiting for him to reply, I walked toward. J. French Pennington off my dick. She grabbed the other woman's hair and yanked her away, then made love to my dick like it she was a thirsty woman in the desert who'd just found a cherry flavored popsicle. Her lips were thin, but she had a tongue like velvet, and she used it to drive me to a steadily building excitement that soon had me moaning like a dog in heat.As Eddie and Mrs. Freemantle came to a noisy climax on the piano, he pulled out of her with a squirt and was immediately pulled onto. "How the hell are you still going? It's got to be close to two in the morning and you're not even slowing." I've gotten used to pulling all-nighters, over the years." He explained after a brief pause. "Come on." What is that you do, exactly." She asked, pulling up alongside him on tip-toe, trying to keep her feet off the sharp-edged stones of the pavement."Whatever's necessary." That's a non-answer." True." He nodded, his attention elsewhere as he looked around, ducking down an alleyway behind.