. you're a specialcustomer. Please have a seat and Jean will be out in a minute."I settled down in the waiting area and looked around. The walls wered...sty pink and a small fountain bubbled in the corner. Another woman wassitting across from me chatting on her cell phone. She was dressed in arunning suit and thumbing through a pocket calendar. I was lookingthrough the magazines on the coffee table when I heard some one calling"Ms. Baker. Ms. Baker?".It took a moment for me to register and then I. I don’t usually find young women attractive, they are too vapid and in any case, they are usually not interested in me, either. A situation I find perfectly satisfactory.I regularly met some business colleagues for lunch at the restaurant. I found myself arriving early to chat with Veronica, about Italy, about Australia, and about food.She was very relaxed and easy to talk to. I noticed that I wasn’t the only one of her regulars that was smitten. I loved watching her as she chatted to them. She. I chuckle as I start to remember where I am. The presidential suite in the casino’s hotel is where I am currently experiencing one of my better hangovers. At least the bed is comfortable. The bed. As I try to focus my fleeting thoughts I lay back down into the buttery soft sheets. This room, this bed was supposed to get us some carnal action for the night. I wonder where my friends are? Three young men sat at a bar taking shots as the nightclub slowly fills up. The bartenders are exceptionally. ‘Thanks Bellamy.’ ‘What!’ David knew he’d just used a name that might have been acceptable in the build up to passion but not in Marianne’s post-fuck mood. He had to seize a creative thought. ‘Er Dansk Bell Amie is Custodian for ‘You are very welcome’. I read it somewhere and hoped to remember it to use at an appropriate moment.’ ‘Oh darling,’ how sweet, Marianne and they heard her stomach rumbling. ‘Toss me a towel darling and you shower while I get dressed. I’m starving.’ David cringed when.