The bus, only sparsely filled tonight, was quieter than normal. An elderly couple sitting in the front row, talked quietly among themselves. He opened...his laptop using the free WiFi and Googled the bus company, just for something to do. He looked up the staff and found Monica listed as a long term employee, with long service awards. and incredibly her age which was 58. The bus rolled to a smooth stop and the doors opened to allow new passengers to get in. A young couple in their 20s, laughing,. It was massive. The door from the hallway opened into a small walkway with a large en suite on the left, then continuing through to the main room. The beds were king-size with Egyptian cotton, there was a plasma TV on the wall and then two big double doors opened onto the balcony which was large enough to house an iron table and three comfortable looking chairs. There were also 2 large wardrobes, two bedside cabinets, a sofa and a desk complete with a mirror and stool for someone to get ready. In the evening we went to a beautiful local restaurant that had been recommended, and then returned to the hotel for Tom to make his conference call back to the office. I headed to the Terrace for a nightcap. I have to confess that thoughts of that kiss and all that had followed had stayed with me throughout the day, thoughts that ranged from ‘what on earth was I thinking’ allowing that to happen, right through to, will it happen again? When I stepped out to the terrace, I made mental notes. Turning to look me straight in the eye, shesaid,"I think we'd better sit down and discuss this thing together."My heart sank at that instant. I was certain that I had heard a tone ofresignation in her voice, signaling to me that my battle to regain myold male form was irrevocably lost. All that she could do now was tooffer consolation and maybe a shoulder to cry on, but that was it. Iwas a hopeless case. I felt numb all over and even a bit nauseous as Iwalked to the kitchen table and sat down.