Jackson led her down towards the beach.They walked along the beach in silence, hand in hand. Teresa and Mr. Jackson had to tiptoe past groups of drunk...n revelers in the beachside bars. Then they had to step over the occasional couple in the shadows of the sand. Mr. Jackson stopped them just behind a small strip mall and led Teresa up the dunes towards it.“You did ask for someplace more private...” as he unlocked the door into the building.Stenciled on the door was an image of an old-time camera. “Hey honey, some of your shirts –“ “MOM! GET OUT!” he shouted in complete surprise, his hands scrambling to pull his shorts up while he simultaneously tried to cover his computer screen. “AAHH! I’m sorry!” I shrieked, hastily retreating my steps and closing his door. “How could I be so careless? Why didn’t I knock? He’s a teenager for goodness sakes, ughhh!!! I should’ve known better.” I stood confused, right outside his room, unsure of what to do. Do I go in and apologize now? “No, No” I. The next business trip was to Las Vegas. Las Vegas is a wonderland of adult fun: Casinos, Showgirls, famous performers and wonderful hotels and resorts. The hotel we were staying at was the Cosmopolitan. We had a Lanai suite. It was a two level suite with a private plunge pool and direct access to the hotels Bamboo pool. Joan had bought some new clothes for the trip. She bought elegant evening dresses and a new micro bikini. Work always consumed me during the day. Joan would meet me for dinner. Becca turned back to her man and asked him to get her a soda. He got upwhich me and the rest of the row had to get up so he could walk past. Aswe all sat back down, Michael decided to rest his hand on my bare thigh.I just looked up at him with a look of discussed."Did you look at your cards yet?" he asked."Not yet," I replied. "I forgot about them."I opened my purse to get the cards out."OMG, so cute! Is that a Kate Spade?" Becca turned and asked."Yes it is," I answered. Only knowing because my.