“Well, perhaps I will see you later, Heather,” he said hopefully. “If not, enjoy the rest of your stay with us.” He stood up to leave and the... added, “There is a nightclub at the resort. It’s open every night from eleven o’clock to three o’clock. I think you would enjoy it.”Heather smiled. “I might check it out tonight,” she said. After Jimar had left her, she suddenly noticed just how late it was getting. She was supposed to meet her parents for dinner at eight o’clock, and she still. I wasn't hard to be unimpressed."This, though," he went to open another door, "is more interesting." The room inside was a dark corridor. From it viewing panels looked into a series of rooms each of which seemed to hold a captive woman. "Come on in — these are one way mirrors in the cells, the girls can't see us. Not that it would matter anyway, I guess."We stood beside the panel looking into the room that held the party girl. Under the panel was a frame which held a card with a number — 06/034. She sat there, smashed onto my hand in an orgasmic fit, till long after the breath powering her squeal had expired, then collapsed back against the side of the Jacuzzi, melting sideways, she put her head on my shoulder and gasped for air. I looked down at her face expecting to see contentment, or a wicked smile; instead I saw a stuporous drunken look. She snapped out of it quickly, when the sliding glass door opened. Turning to me, she smiled drunkenly, and whispered “I love you Jake.” I. " Uh huh," I nodded."And the daughter... instead of going out and having sex with some boy... they used you to teach her what it was like?" I guess you could say that," I said. I was slightly heartened by her positive slant on things."And you don't see them any more?" she asked."They wanted to cool things off a little bit, I think," I said."Is there more?" she asked. That question didn't sound too positive.I nodded miserably.She stood up and paced, her arms folded under Bernice and Rhonda. I.