"Yes?" The former vice president answered the door with his bow tie in his hand."Mr. Gore, I'm Jennifer Jackson, the executive assistant to Mrs. Barto..., the president of the coalition. I'm afraid there's been a terrible accident." What's wrong?" Tipper Gore joined her husband at the door in a glorious brown evening gown."Mrs. Gore, I am so sorry. I'm afraid we're going to have to postpone the dinner. Our president, Felicity Barton, um..." Yes?" Tipper asked, genuine concern furrowing her. I mean, I was by no means a model, but I never seemed to have any problem with ladies. In fact, I was envied by many of peers for my ability to get just about any woman I desired. This skill, more than likely had more to with my personality than my physical appearance. But being in great shape did not hurt. I was a bit of a social butterfly, and mixed and mingled with all types of people. I was laid back, relaxed and funny. And judging from the amount of parties I was invited to, I would say. It was 9:30 and I had been up since 5 that morning (the joys of working mornings!) I just lied down on the couch staring at the ceiling. Megan snuggled up next to me and we cuddled for a little bit before she yawned and told me she was tired. I picked her up and carried her to her room. I laid her down on her bed and then I laid down next to her. You dont really think Im just gonna go to sleep like this, do you? she asked me. No, and Im not quite ready to call it a night either, I replied. With. " Done!We went to "our" room, dropped the bags, and decided to hit the hot tub. NOTE: some of you may remember that is my one indulgence when I travel. We changed into bathing clothes, grabbed towels, and wandered down to the pool area. BTW: she has delightfully full but firm thighs, and her bathing suit revealed them to the nth degree. The suit is jet black, matching her hair and her eyes.Discovering we had the pool area to ourselves, we slipped into the hot tub - she on one side, me on the.