We both jumped and Shayla shoved me off of her as Alex suddenly stirred noisily. He rubbed his eyes and looked around."Fuck, I dozed off?" he grunted...."Right I'm gone, goodnight guys", and with that he plodded off towards our cabin.“I should go too", said Shayla hastily and she hopped out of the pool with a terrified expression on her face, grabbed her clothes and ran for her cabin without looking back.I cursed to myself at what had just happened and after a while got out of the pool myself. I. .his words came from behind her and she smiled and said oh thank you Mark!! and she looked at me naughtily. After she was done she left and Mark and I enjoyed our tea and snacks. Mark said that he liked her dress very much and he wanted to marry a Bangladeshi girl who wears a hijab like Saima and said that he would love fucking girls in the ass. I said, well "if you wanna marry a Bangladeshi girl, you have to see which girl is willing to take it in the ass". He said he will surely find someone. Then she wrapped her arms around Scott's waist and looked into his eyes. "I want to spend the next three days getting to know you." Do you have to go back to Lubbock then?" Scott was dreading the thought of Angie leaving."No, Silly, I'd stay right here from now on except I told Samantha I'd run the Café for her Tuesday. She has to go to Del Rio on business. That and the fact I only brought clothes for overnight." Angie grinned. There were a few minutes of silence as they both stared into each. "Here's my home address," he said as he was writing. "Go home, relax, take a shower together, and show up around eight, bright, eager and clean. We've got a long night ahead of us."So, promptly at eight the couple arrived, ready for a night on the town. It was a study in contrasts. After taking a shower, Mitch had dressed like Mister-At-Home, barefoot, with jeans and a western shirt. Maryanne looked like a school-marm, stern-looking eyeglasses, hair up in a bun, sensible shoes, and business.