“I suppose you were just trying to find a wife,” she said stiffly. Her body ached all over, the result of sitting primly, upright, with her legs t...cked back decently under her skirt. She didn’t lie down, like the man across from her.“Maybe,” he said calmly. “How did you go about finding your husband?”That question took her aback. He seemed to be asking a serious question.“He proposed and I accepted,” she said. That was how she remembered it.“It was that easy?” He looked doubtful. “I’ve offered. ”They arrived at the bar and both ordered a beach cocktail, complete with little umbrella, taking a moment to find a seat and then survey people sunbathing by the pool.“It is a beautiful day, and I’m sure John will take good care of your hubby,” Paula said, as she turned back to face Roma after looking around.Drinking in the erotic view that Roma displayed, Paula commented, “Love the bikini; with your slim waist and your firm ripe tits squeezed into that wonderful bikini, you look. I'm nearly spent by boredom." Oh, you're just lacking the flint to spark the imagination within you. I've written down a song about it. Dozens actually." Please, not another one," said Parcifal wearing a worried, sickly frown; she even thrust-out her open palm in a begging gesture. Ned was puzzled; it showed in his voice and the sudden jerk of his head."Why not?" I'm not in the mood. Gracious Skrala, not now, not ever again," said Parcifal and failing to find the north in a place where it meant. He was early 40's, chubby, and balding (typical cuck). The couple would never quite tell me what exactly they were looking for. After a while they said they wanted to meet me the next weekend. They said they would rent a room at an off strip casino. We exchanged phone numbers and made final plans for the time and place of our meeting. I drove down to Vegas after work on Friday. I had just enough time to check into my hotel, grab some dinner, and then head over to their hotel/casino. I texted.