" That's you. You sweated alcoholic vapors the entire trip from Dallas." Did not." Hey, until you got in, it had that new-car smell."Janie rolled down...her window to vent the stale stench. "What is this thing anyway?" It's called a Brute, custom Jeep pickup." Brute, that figures." Calling me a Brute?" Shut up and drive."Scott drove a few blocks and pulled in to the corner Stop and Shop, or 'TOP & SHOP' as the sign currently read. "I'll be right back." Fine," Janie said. She covered her eyes with. She paused before adding, “and the orgasm was so….” She didn’t supply a word, but I knew what she meant.We stashed our provisions and spent the afternoon on a pleasant hike. Putting the troubling night behind us, we enjoyed the crisp fall air and the companionship, joking and reminding ourselves of people and stories from our past.We shared some decent backpacking meals and a bottle of wine around the fire that night.“Would you think it’s silly if I want to sleep with you tonight?” she asked.. Karen asked. “What are the women like? One day I may be interested.” Ahhh, I thought. She enjoys her sex, obviously. I told her. “Give me a ring if you become interested. I am sure our concierge would welcome you with open arms. Mostly the women are mature. The younger women are sought after, but the older women make better money. I am quite friendly with a few of our regulars, they are really nice women. You would never know what they do for a living. Many of the younger ones are single. Working as a book critic he had started collecting rare books, Anna had heard of an old book shop near their home and that day she visited it. When she entered the woman hadn’t seemed interested in helping her, after looking round for a few minutes Anna had asked the woman if she had any older books maybe first editions, at this the woman became animated and showed Anna up some stairs she hadn’t noticed to a balcony lined with shelves, the woman explained that these were older and a bit more.