‘Go away!’ She screamed. ‘No. What’s the matter? Is there anything I can do?’ ‘Haven’t you done enough already?’ ‘What do you mean?�...� ‘You know perfectly well what I mean, you perverted son of a bitch.’ She paused and thought about the last time she had cursed and for the life of her she could not remember. Her invective only increased her sorrow. He heard the curse through the door and his concern doubled. His mind was a jumble of contradictions. He wanted to help, but she wouldn’t let him. He. ” Again, she shot me that small inscrutable smile. I asked her, “Would you like to move to a table? It’s quieter.” She sighed and acted annoyed, but half-heartedly said yes, and as she slipped off the barstool she let her dress catch on the edge so that it slid up to reveal the tops of her thigh highs. I caught her stealing a look at me, to see if I had noticed. We got a table in the corner. We made small talk. She had an elaborate fictional history of Joy’s life. She used to live in NYC, but. ”We kissed several times, and Suzana moved to get out of bed.“Thank you for everything,” she said.“You, too. I love that gorgeous body of yours!”“I love what you do to my body!” she giggled as she put her sleep shirt back on and carefully slipped out of the room.I turned off my light and went to sleep, quite satisfied with how my relationship with Suzana had turned out.I woke up on Thursday morning and went out for a jog. I saw Freda on the last leg of my run and stopped to say hi.“You’re. Long, thickbrunette hair framed her lovely face and spilled acrossher shoulders and onto the front of her white hotelbathrobe. I realized that she had a perfect view of mynaked body, and I gave some thought to quickly coveringup my crotch. Instead, I gave her my most winningsmile. What the hell: this was Italy, after all. She smiled back at me. God, that smile transformed herinstantly from merely pretty to truly beautiful. Mypenis twitched to life and quickly began to grow as Iwatched her;.