Now they were.Panic returned as I came fully awake, assaulted by what seemed like amillion alien sensations. Some, just seemed wrong, such as why I wa...looking up at a sky full of stars, instead of a darkened bedroomceiling. And why I --- or rather, we--- were lying in sand instead of mybed. I knew that because my back was bare against the grit. Yet I alwaysslept in a tee shirt.Other sensations were light years beyond wrong. My butt wasn't onlybare; it was big! Also, I kept my hair short. But. He was so fucking handsome, I couldn’t take my eyes off him and then I realised I had stared at him for a long time.“Do I know you?” he said presumably wondering why I was staring.“No, I think you remind me of someone and I cant remember who”“Really? I think I have seen you before, maybe at a bar here the other night, you were clearly getting on well with another gentleman” he said.I couldn’t believe it, was he hitting on me ? He had seen us at the bar a couple of nights earlier with Enrique,. Just another executive and his young assistant. Him: Tie, suit, white shirt, shiny shoes and a lab top bag. Her: smart grey suit, blouse, hair to the back in a tight pony tail, glasses. She was young, quite young, in her mid-20s. Of course she would always book two rooms for us, but one would never be used. Part II: It had been a long day at the convention and I was annoyed by the many lectures. Things hadn’t developed in the breaks either. I had hoped that some of the more senior management. He knew without her encouragement, the night of his forced bacheloretteparty would have been in the ninth layer of Hell, not the seventh likeit was.Miss Susan went out of her way to make sure the ladies who came to herclub felt like they were part of its extended family. The hostess didthis with these two ladies while also showing them their role, theblack sheep. Miss Susan gave them an obligatory greeting and thenquickly went away stating she needed to do something important. Intruth, Miss.