I thanked him and made my way to the narrow staircase opposite the desk.I pushed through the low turnstile and began to walk up the stairs. I looked t... the top where one guy was leaning against the wall, looking me up and down as I continued towards him. I walked past him and into the darkened maze that was the cruising room. Soft red lights illuminated the snaking corridor. To my left was a set of 4 video booths, and another 3 to my right. I moved forward and followed the pathway to another. A woman had called and asked Ronnie’s grandmother to have him come over and bid the work. Ronnie had looked at the place and told her it would cost $4 per week, expecting the woman who answered the door to say no but she readily agreed. Most of the normal places he charged $1 to $2 each week but this place was big! The lady looked about the same age as his Mom, except her hair was almost jet black and she had a great big chest. She did make Ronnie a little bit uncomfortable, looking him up and. ’ Elizabeth watched the woman walk to the end of a long hallway, open a door, and disappear behind. A moment later she re-appeared, pulling a man out by the hand. He was short, only an inch or so taller than Cynthia, and thin. His clothes, jeans and a t-shirt that said ‘ARSENAL’ were baggy, his feet bare. He had graying curly hair, was clean shaven, and pale. Very pale. If not for a slight reddening of the cheeks he’d have looked like a ghost. ‘Come on,’ Cynthia said, ‘you have a guest.’. After a time, however, we began to grow stir-crazy in the room; Brandon suggested we head down to the hotel's pool. No doubt he hoped to spy on some filly of his age, I thought morosely.During the summer months, my son exclusively wore board shorts; they doubled for normal wear in any case, and allowed him to go to the beach at will. I, on the other hand, had bought no swimwear with me; it had, after all, been the last thing on my mind.I allowed him to cajole me into visiting the small boutique.