I just waited for a little while and climbed the stairs after them.I heard some noises inside a room and touched the door handle. It was not locked, s... I opened it and went inside.The guy was sitting at the edge of the bed and my sensual wife was on his lap. I closed the door behind and both of them looked at me.I smiled, saying they should lock the door properly; but Anita giggled, saying she had forgotten to do it.This guy looked worried when he saw me there; poor man did not know what to do.. Ain’t et today hardly.” “You speak English now and then?” She didn’t answer. I drove to a decent place, and she said she didn’t want to go in dressed the way she was so I gave her my leather jacket and we found a table, got menus and ordered just like ordinary people except that she was showing about a yard of bare leg. I saw people, mostly men, looking. She ate fast, gobbling down the food and asking for more. I gave her some from my plate, and she was working on her second bowl of ice cream. Now with her family close to implosion, she cried at the sight of it."I need to get Dad something special for Christmas...something to get his hatred for Mom out of his mind." She thought to herself. She turned the lights off and went to bed.She spent an hour lying there, trying to think about the perfect gift for her father. She had a few good ideas but one stuck out above the rest. She knew that it would be a risky gift and difficult to pull off but it was the only thing that could make him. Cheyenne had her fans who sat at their tables near the stage watching her strut her stuff across the stage. One fan never missed a night and that was Roger, a tall, thin man with dark brown hair and brown eyes, who had fallen in love with Cheyenne the first night he saw her dance. She looked directly into his eyes and she slowly removed her clothes as if she was making love to him up on the stage through her eyes. He never felt such a burning desire deep with in his loins and had decided that.