********I can remember the school week being pretty hectic. Three tests and track practice kept me extremely busy and I was looking forward to partyin... with my friends that Friday night. When Friday night came, we all ended up at the local pizza parlor before heading to the Martin’s house. Mark’s parents were away, and therefore, teenagers will play. We had Boone’s Farm wine, some cheep 3.2 beer and played loud music before calling it a night. I was glad I had spaced out my drinks. I had a make. We'd met a few couples and partied with them, had a great time, every time. We had two days left on our vacation and no complaints. On this particular day we'd gotten up and had brunch. Was lounging around on our terrace having drinks when I caught a guy checking out my wife from the beach. This didn't bother me in the least, and I struck up a conversation with him. He (we'll call him John) walked up to our terrace and talked to us, telling my wife and I that he was staying at a resort down the. Nate inquired, “Are you cool with walking a few blocks? Or, should I get another Uber?”“Let’s walk,” Dorrien beamed.“You sure? It’s kinda cold.”“I’m good. The alcohol has warmed me up!”“Okay, sexy!”Nate ran his manly fingers through Dorrien’s locks and said. “Alright, straight up here.”They walked two blocks up and three blocks over. Nate indicated they were going into to Luverne’s Jazz Lounge. Nate produced an Andrew Jackson which covered the eight-dollar per person cover charge. He got back. And sure enough, there was Samantha!Change of plans.I stopped in the doorway and watched as Samantha bought some sexy stuff. Then, as she headed for the exit, I made sure she knew I had been looking.She blushed crimson at the thought that I had been eavesdropping, but I wouldn't let her say anything. I came right out and told her, "You didn't need to go this far for me. Just come to my room is all you need to do."That said, I gently put my arm around her as we walked. Amazingly, Samantha.