He was all smiles and expressed how much he had. I asked him if he would be willing to come to our room later that day to ‘rub some more lotion on S...rah’ and he seemed more than willing, intact he was positively excited at the prospect. I explained to him that I had planned yesterday and the sun lounger had been an excuse to get him there without arousing suspicion from Sarah but this evening was different as she had really enjoyed herself and wanted him to come back. The only thing was I. Upon arriving back at my hotel I noticed a large wedding reception was getting started. I made note of what people were wearing and went up to my room to change. I returned and entered the reception just like I belonged there. I mingled with people telling them I was a friend of the bride or groom and acting like I had attended the wedding. Everybody was drunk and not paying attention to me anyway. I was hitting on several women, just like dad taught me, when this older woman came up and. The problem is you found more than one, maybe even three. You're so strange. You have always been so tight that you rubbed nickels together and had quarters pop out. At least you did have a nice condo and an old car that you thought was a Caddy. You live in a mansion in LA and now have another one in Hawaii. I'm sure glad we're your parents and can hang on for the ride."Mom hugged me, and Dad shook my hand. He told Mom, "Let's go call that real estate lady who asked if we might be in the market. " Mort, Mort Lasky. Sid Lasky is my son." Mort smiled and stuck out his hand. Winchell nodded, making a point of not shaking hands."Sid? Oh, yes; third period English." Winchell could see the resemblance, now; same sticky body, same large nose and curly brown hair. The father was a bit chunkier, and there was some gray in the hair."I guess. Anyway, Sid says he's been having a bit of a problem in your class lately, and I thought --" I don't tutor, Mr. Lasky, and I certainly don't fix grades. If.