This helped Charles some and we were able to get our quota of wood and head back to the camp area. Mr. Jones was sitting at a table when we returned; ...e said that he wanted to talk to us some where that was private. Charles asked what he wanted to talk about; Mr. Jones looked around to make sure no one else could hear and when he saw no one else was there he said that he wanted to discuss our acts of that morning. Mr. Jones told us he knew a place in the forest where we would be able to discuss. Ironically, I was to learn during my stay at the resort that “The Clubhouse,” as the bar/lounge portion of the building is called, is an extremely popular hangout among the Guests – ironic, that is, because in the virtual sea of beautiful naked sex slaves available throughout the Island Royale complex, other than for the girls trained as masseuse and the bare-breasted bar and restaurant staff, females are rarely seen in the Clubhouse.* None of this opulence is accessible inexpensively, of. "Taking the token, Elder handed over the bag he was still carrying. "Here is your payment and what you will need from me to complete it."After looking in the bag, the old man smiled. "You came prepared and more. The fruit and vegetables are most welcome by the way. I will get started right away. Well, I, Well you know I need a little of your blood to make the appearance come out correct."Elder walked over to the basin that was set up for this purpose and cut a six inch gash down his arm and. We made two beautiful, blushing brides and our father was going to walk us down the aisle. Both of us and if it wasn't exactly traditional, Daddy wasn't going to complain. I was getting married!That had been our own little surprise for our parents, who had planned their vacation around the new baby. The opportunity was golden and the timing perfect. I'd been dreaming of marrying Katrina for far too long and now we would make it a reality. Legally, nothing would change, since Nevada didn't.