Mel looked straight at me. I was worried what she might say. Instead she stood up and ran out of the restaurant. I’m not sure exactly what reaction ... had expected but this wasn’t it. I knew I had blown it. I quickly got the bill, signed it to the room and went out towards our villa, hoping that was where she had gone. When I got there I found Mel crying on the bed. ‘Oh shit’ I thought ‘now I’ve ruined everything.’ I lifted her up and cuddled her, saying how sorry I was and that I shouldn’t have. " That sounds very interesting and tempting. My grandkids and I like to fish but have never had much success." That may not be a problem. I met the father who taught my fishing guide how to fish and who has just retired from his day job. I think I could interest him in hiring out as a fishing guide. It would just about be a guarantee that you would catch fish, in fact knowing him that if you don't catch any fish the next trip with him would be free. Like I said this land development is. Ashley knocked on her parents’ door. “Mom? Got a moment?”“Just a second!” sounded through the door. Less than a minute later, the door opened a crack and Becca peered out. “Ashley?”“Mrs. B wanted to know the dress code. I figured you could tell her.”“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right out.” Becca closed the door.“I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Megan.“No, it’s okay. Mom and Dad probably got a little busy and she’s still getting dressed.” Ashley giggled as she said it.Megan. ’ ‘Sure.’ So we started taking out all the cables and lights to set up our little ‘studio’, and I guess it was a rather surreal experience, there we were, talking shop about the merits of digital cameras and light meters, and killing time until we could have sex with my wife. Was this weird or what? Eventually, all was in order and we sat down to wait, he in the chair and I on the bed, and it kind of crept into my consciousness that very soon Bob would take my place there and I would be.