She'd worked hard to get here, let the fucker do his job, I've done mine was her attitude. She slid into the car, taking a bottle of water from the mi...i-bar, gulping down the contents as the limo glided away, past dozens of fans queuing by the stage door for signatures. **************** The hotel was bland, faceless, typical tour fare. At least the bed was big, and the shower powerful. She took the lift up to the eight floor, turning and heading for Suite 7. She slipped the key card into the. ”“I know you said after lunch, but I’m sure he assumed you had work to do before then. You just need to run a dust mop over the hardwood and vacuum the carpets today after making the beds. I’m sure you and Gianna can finish your work a lot quicker than he thinks,” she said with a grin. “Once you’re done with your duties, I’m sure you can convince him to come and play. Of course, you have to get dressed and get started as soon as breakfast is done if you want to have time to really enjoy. Robert Johnson?’ ‘Yes, that’s me!’ ‘I am Captain Mitchell and this is Captain Rodgers. It is with deep regret that Major Robert Johnson was killed this morning in a plane crash in South America. We don’t have all the details nor do we know if his body can be recovered at this time. The plane went down in hostile territory and the entire team was lost.’ That was the last thing I remembered until I woke up later on the couch with my sister-in-law, Julie, wiping my face with a cold damp hand. Now I am no hunk, but I have a decent body. Just under 6’, 170 pounds, with some definition to my chest and abs, and arms. Then got rid of my boots and socks, then my shorts. I had on a pair of blue boxers, that wasn’t hiding the semi erection I was starting to sport. I noticed that she was looking too, and was grinning a bit.We both made our way into the river. The water was refreshing, and helped in bringing down my erection to its normal flaccid state, thank god. We swam for a while, then.