His territory expanded again and, instead of three-day driving sales trips, he began flying enough to earn them free first-class upgrades when they sp...nt their three-week summer vacation at the beach. It was Myrtle Beach those first few years. Now it was more likely to be Aruba or St. Maarten. Not a bad way to spend part of her summer off.So she tried not to complain about his business trips that seemed to be getting longer and longer. She smiled, and she cleaned house, and she cooked special. People who’d been would tell you about it. You’d see news articles or clips about it when the Games were on. Puff pieces about the accommodations and food options, the logistics of housing so many elite athletes from so many places at one time, and the invariable references to the boot-knocking that resulted from packing so many peak physical specimens in close proximity to each other. Of course, those reports would all be G-rated. No journalist would risk their games accreditation or that of. Suddenly, a chair appeared opposite Smythe’s, and a second later, a man was occupying it. A handsome fellow with clear blue eyes and shoulder-length hair tied back with a leather cord.“Aran!” Smythe exclaimed, jumping to his feet.“Hello, Henley,” Aran said warmly as he clasped Smythe’s forearm before they embraced in a back-slapping hug.“It’s good to see you safe, lad,” Smythe said as they resumed their seats. “We were worried for a bit, there.”There was something different about Aran since. There were a couple of older girls, about seventeen, who would have been a challenge but Tony and Norrie, the two guys that arrived later, hooked up with them to form a bit of a foursome. They would later leave about 7.30pm to go to the pubs. There were two girls roughly about our age there who Paul informed me were his neighbours. "You never told me you had hot ass next door Paul" I jibed at him. Dave laughed when I said this. "You been there with either of them" I jibed again knowing Paul.