"Let's go to the office and -" Two rooms are fine." I cut her off. "Thanks."She stopped walking and looked at us. She seemed to take in the way the bo...s were dressed. She called the kids and told them something in the language I didn't recognize."Aw! But Marie -" they started, but the look she gave them did not need translation. They put the bags down and headed back in the direction from which we came, pouting.When they were well out of earshot, Marie turned that look on me. "What does my. I put on my trunks and headed down to the hot tub to soak for a while before returning to the masturbatory salon my room becomes every week. Did I mention the Holiday Inn has great porn? The pool area was empty--Yea! I sank into the bubbling steamy waters and closed my eyes. After no more than five minutes, my reverie was interrupted by a woman's voice, "Excuse me, sir."I opened my eyes and beheld a goddess leaning over the tub edge. She was a red head, long flowing hair hanging over her. The Blue Water Grill was the brainchild of NYC restaurateur Stephen Hanson, and his usual attention to detail and quality was evident. We enjoyed a superb meal, a smattering of light jazz, and an evening that never faltered. We talked as if we had known each other forever, with no awkward silences or miscues. We didn't dwell much on the current crisis, but our conversation carried us everywhere, leaping from one subject to another like a word association test on steroids.We talked about. Sid looked over at the larger man, observing that he had actually taken a step back. He said, “I wouldn’t argue with your friend anymore if I were you. You never know what kinds of accidents will happen when you argue with friends.”“Yeah, you’re probably right,” said the man as he edged over to the other side of the room. He understood the implied threat.“Nothing probable about it,” said Sid with a smile. It wasn’t a very friendly smile.The man returned to the other side of the room as fast as.