Jones dismissed me. To say I was excited would have been an understatement. Fifteen minutes after our conversation, I watched Mr. Jones exit the hotel...with his daughter. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had 10 minutes to get to Mrs. Jones room and begin our evening. I quickly mad my way up to the 3rd floor and to their door, which was at the end of the hall. Looking around, praying that none of the other guests would choose that moment to exit their rooms, I quickly removed my skirt,. Marriage was not an affair of love, it wasn’t about passion or attraction. It was at best a kind of alliance for social or political purposes, with the ultimate goal of producing heirs and joining families. Perhaps a kind of friendship could develop between a man and his wife over time, a certain tolerance, and it was always possible that having children might bring them closer together. His mother and father got on well after all, but what choice did they have? Their marriage had been arranged. Things were starting to fit together now: visiting from out of town, traveling alone, horny, home folks not likely to find out about what goes on… she saw a younger guy that she liked to looks of in a bar and had the nerve to make it known to him that she wanted to get together. I must say, I had to admire her for that.So anyway, we eventually closed the place down, chatting and drinking, then walked to the parking lot together where, of course, she invited me over to her sisters home where she. While you’re out, Martha’s restaurant is just a few miles down the road. Tell your server that you are staying at the Retreat for a few days and I’m sure she will give you exceptional service. Also, please ask her to tell Martha that Jeff and Diana said hi. Oh, yes, Diana has already prepaid your meals, so order anything you wish.”“You would allow us to drive your vehicle? And Sir, we cannot have you paying for our food...”“Done deal,” he said while grinning at them. “And, as far as our letting.