I was not sure if her remark was a question or a statement, so I replied, “Yes.”Maribel silently stared off into space. Then, after a moment of re...lection and thought, she looked back at me and softly replied, “I want you too.”I could not get out of the pool fast enough. I extended my hand down to her and helped her to her feet. I placed my arm around her waist and pulled her into a deeply passionate kiss. Oh my God. She was on fire.Maribel’s hand quickly found its way beyond the elastic band. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day. I content myself with a small family party to which Mama may invite one or two of my friends from school. I just know she will invite Clara Macready again this year. Clara will be simpering with the ring on her finger — although I own to. "Before we do anything else, we'd better make sure that you are spotlessly clean. Inside and out."She pressed a buzzer near the door. Two women appeared. They wore what looked like nurses uniforms, but fashioned entirely from rubber. The outfits gripped them tightly, showing off their buxom figures and restricting heavily the length of their stride. High-heeled pumps that would never be seen in a real hospital completed the ensembles.One of them unwound a hose from a tap on the nearest wall. On. After a few minutes I got nervous and glanced over my shoulder, Jarvis was slipping something to the bus boy. As we returned to our motel room Jarvis confided 'David, you may not have noticed the bus boy, but I did'. I looked quizzically at him, Jarvis continued 'twice I saw him looking at you hard when you went to the toilet and when you went over to the desert table. I invited him back here after his shift I told him I'll have you ready for him when he arrived, you should have seen the smile.