" That and a phone number. Something about the wording of the ad piqued my interest.Sondra had a low, whiskey-tinged voice on the phone, and gave me d...rections to a warehouse building on the east side of town. I pulled my 4x4 into the dirt parking lot and went up to knock on the door. Before my knuckles could hit the metal, the door swung open. A sultry redhead in a loose-fitting jumpsuit greeted me. "Cal? I'm Sondra. Won't you come in?" I followed her into a forlorn office space, and sat down. She quickly moved off my lap, pulled her bottoms up and went inside the house. Had I messed up? Had I taking things too far? Only time would tell. As I arrived home the next evening my wife was heading out the door for an out-of-town meeting. We said goodbye and I retreated to the hot tub once again. As soon as I got into the water and turned on the jets I remover my trunks and waited. Yet again it was not very long before she showed up and entered the hot tub with me. I was not sure I. Our second time together was unexpected for me. I saw her in the café at lunch the day following our first time together and she asked me to come to her room later that afternoon; she had something to show me. When she let me in she was normally dressed in her day clothes. I sat on the bed and we chatted a bit until I asked her what she had to show me. She grinned and retrieved a small soft bag from a drawer and passed it to me. When I pulled the drawstrings open, I found a plastic. "I hope you've enjoyed your stay so far?"When he released her hand, Zach returned and placed a cold glass in it without a word, but he was eyeing Victor with a possessive glint in his eyes."Zach, this is Victor Montoya, the hotel manager. Victor, this is my escort for the evening, Zach Gilbert. He was just asking how I was enjoying my stay." She kept the smile off her face as she lifted the neat shot to her lips, tasting the flavors of banana and blackcurrant along with the heat of the rum.Zach.