"Yes, I'm getting dressed, but only for dinner," she told him."Aren't you coming to the party?" he asked dumbfounded, or so it seemed."No, I..." she s...arted to say, and then she stopped. She couldn't remember what she had told him about that. She thought she had refused, but she had done so much talking to herself since he called, that she wasn't sure what she had told him and what she had simply mused on."Why not?" he asked innocently."Kevin, if your father is there," she said, surprising. As for the infatuation you mentioned, I wondered the same at first but we've spent a lot of time the last ten days just talking to each other and getting to know each other better and better. I know it's not infatuation now." Thank you, Joanna. That's very comforting on both scores. Now, when do you plan to arrive?"Joanna looked questioningly at Simon. "What about lunchtime on the Saturday?" he asked."Fine and you'll stay the night of course." Yes, please and leave again after lunch on Sunday.. It was a Friday, and again as was the new ritual, we had our little genital breakfast. It didn't actually fill us up, but like those commercials say, "It's part of a complete breakfast."Later that evening, my mom had me standing by her bedroom door. When she opened it up, she was wearing this sexy rose colored satin nightgown. She also had satin sheets and pillow cases to match on the bed. There were candles lit around the room, and a bottle of champagne on ice with 2 glasses. "We're. Part of the fantasy is to not hear you speak.” The man smiled again and reached for her now empty bottle of water. She gave it to him and he disappeared into the bathroom once again. After a few long minutes, he emerged with a towel in his hand. He man placed it across one of the hotel chairs and sat down. He motioned for Leslie to come join him. She got up from the bed and walked over to the man. He patted his upper leg and she sat down. As soon as Leslie was on his lap, he reached down.