She floated off to sleep with a smile on her face, the magazine resting in her lap.When the plane began it's descent into Vegas, I woke her up and tol... her we would be landing soon. Apparently, her anxiety was ratcheting up again as I noticed she used the remote again. Two orgasms later, we touched down in Las Vegas. As it was still winter, the sun had already set, but it was almost like daylight, at least along the strip. Neon lights were blazing everywhere.We grabbed a taxi to the hotel as we. We were introduced without uncoupling. Dorm rooms were not the apartment style ones like nowadays. Each student had a single bed, a desk and insufficient storage. Thus there was no privacy except in the bathroom.The new arrivals undressed as if I wasn’t there. Meg whispered gleefully, “It’s normal to look.” I really focused when they got in the same bed, naked as we were.Meg grinned, “They like guys too but apparently none was available.” The lights were down but I got an eyeful when I wasn’t. ‘Good. I’ll see you at 7:00 PM and Sam, dress casual.’ We said our good-byes and I couldn’t believe my good fortune. An evening with a beautiful woman and pot roast too! Saturday couldn’t come soon enough for me. I looked for her at school the next few days, but didn’t see her. Saturday came and I was as excited to see Sally as I had ever been to see anyone. I went for a haircut and ironed my new shirt bought especially for this night. I didn’t know how this evening would end, but I put a three. I was flabbergasted that she knew me. I had never been flabbergasted before, never in my life, had never even had need to call up such a word and put it to some purpose. But at that moment I was well and truly flabbergasted.“How . . . ?” It was all I could muster.“Oh, sweetheart, don’t be spooked, I recognise you from Sally’s Facebook. You're the wonderful Laurence, the artist who painted her portrait set against an ocean nightscape. Her eyes! That moon! I loved how you made her so ethereal,.