In the grounds of the garden was a small open air shelter made of rushes in which there was a wooden bed which served as her base. She asked me pleas... go into the shelter and lay down on the bed to get comfortable.We started to chat and she told me her name was Grace. She had been doing this for only a few months. The massage oil she used was from one of the many coconut trees in the garden so she said I may find it a little greasier than usual. She poured a handful of oil into her palms. I prize the service and attention of being a frequent flyer, Amex Platinum, Hertz Gold, etc., just like George Clooney and since seeing the film, I've harbored an Anna Kendrick fantasy. Too bad I don't know Anna which is fine, since I don't look much like George. A few years back I was in Charlotte. The Crown Plaza. I'd not been there before in the times I'd been to Charlotte but had an excellent experience in Miami so I wanted to try another to see if their customer service was on a par with. She had her fiery flame red hair out in loose curls cascading down her back over her black tight work dress. He motioned for the barman and ordered her a drink as she walked over to him. ”Hello…” She smiled. ”I’ve ordered you a drink.” he smiled as the barman placed an Appletini on the bar. ”Is that for you? I don’t drink girlie drinks, I drink bourbon, two ice cubes that’s it. In fact I’ll take yours you can have the Tini, you ordered It.” He smiled with an evil grin and reached for his. Mr. Smith had spent hundreds - no, thousands of dollars on bathroom products for me. Part of me was aghast at the expense; another part made my heart skip the way it always does when a man gets me a gift. I hate that part of me; she's such a shallow bitch.Mr. Smith had spent thousands of dollars because he knew I'd need make-up. That meant that he thought my own style was too cheap...It also meant he probably knew that I'd fail his test. He'd known the moment I'd walked in today - probably even.