She is over eighty years old and will not stop talking. I decided to cross the street, but it was too late; she had seen me. “Glenda!” she called...waving her cane in the air. I sighed and slowed down as I reached her. “Mrs. Valdez, how nice to see you.” “Are you married yet? You know that you are getting too old to be chasing men.” “No, Mrs. Valdez, I am not married yet, and I don’t chase men.” She peered up at me through thick glasses. “You are still very pretty, that is good.” “Thank. I see John smiling, he really is beginning to know my game.“Gentlemen, you’re not done. Not until after breakfast on Sunday. Then you are free to head home. Hopefully, when we return on Friday morning, you’ll have things squared away. Got it Navy?” I bark out.“Sir, yes sir,” they say in unison.I shake each of their hands. I give John his ‘man hug’ and kiss Amy and walk away.Jill has her luggage at the front door. All four of us are ready to leave. Jennifer and Diane cone up and give us a kiss. Even more horrifying, I can't help but admit to myself a split second later that my concern was not for punishment, but that with the grass stains, I wouldn't be as pretty. Has my mind betrayed me as well?I've been led into a small clearing, divided from the main expanse of the park by a few trees and areas of planting, but there are still people visible going by on a distant walkway, and remnants nearby of what might be trail in the grass beaten down by joggers. It appears, however, to be. This would only occur when they got together and they would throw care to the wind fully turning loose; having loving and trusted each other for years knowing they will take full care of each other no matter what.This included the available access they had to Ecstasy and high-grade marijuana extracts. All the women were not in anyway averse to taking Ecstasy when available when they were staying in – loving the way it revved up their feelings, sensitivities, emotions, released their inhibitions.