I don’t know why, but my girlfriend was in a particularly good mood, humming to herself over our light breakfast and moving around with a definite s...ring in her step. Vacation time was already doing us good, I was thinking. We had lunch outside, in the shadow of a large sun umbrella, to protect us from the forthcoming heat of another beautiful day. The pool was sparkling in the light, and the town around us was quiet and drowsy. The surrounding houses had their shutters closed, and it seemed as. I've become a regular at OZ in Clearwater and I have a few regular girls that indulge me with my bisexual side involving there partners which usually are bi guys. So 2 weeks ago I was there sat at the stage when this holly cow beautiful girl came out covered in tats and nipple rings. I was in love. I was tossing $20 at her. One of my favorite girls came over and asked if I wanted her to join us in the private room and clearly I said yes. I was back there and they had nothing but there birthday. The hotel room was just like the hallway, a throwback to the seventies, the moody lighting illuminating a modest suite with an attached bathroom.The walls were a shade of cream, skirted with dark, wood paneling. The carpet was brown, and the spread on the double bed was patterned with a suitably garish plaid in matching tones. There was a wooden dresser upon which an aged black and white television set was perched, along with a couple of leather chairs that were situated beside a reading. . I had this vague vision of donning our birthday suits and partying all night long. With no interruptions, or the hint or possibility of interruption.We live in about the tiniest house imaginable. Any smaller and it'd be a pioneer cabin on the prairie. It seems fairly common that a couple's first child is regarded as a miracle of sorts. But I save that designation for our second one. I mean, the big miracle was that we ever managed to find the moment of privacy to mix together the vital.