On this particular occasion, I was with Bexi, a girl who I had just met and who had also thought it would be good to relax and unwind in the sauna. We... weren't together sexually, she had a partner and she wasn't my type, but it was nice to have a companion in the area. The complex is made up of various rooms of a variety of temperatures and when we ventured into this moderately humid room, we sat there relaxing when two slim, long haired beauties walked in wearing swimming costumes. They sat. Falling in love – there; I was admitting it – with a woman younger than my daughter. At the same time, she'd wanted me to hold her. I couldn't back away from the relationship we already had. So, I left the bench, walked up through the park and had sausage and chips for lunch in the Forge Dam café. For once, I didn't have my laptop open; I was living the story, not writing it.I drive an old Austin FX4 – a 'black cab' – it's slow, and heavy, but there's loads of room in it. The doors are big. It was now almost 8. We said to meet at 7:30. I was giving up hope thinking that her meeting had run long or worse she had decided not to meet. I was sipping my bourbon deciding on what to do next. Then I saw her.She walked into the bar and she owned it. All heads turned to gawk at her. She had on a deep burgundy suit. This played perfectly with her copper hair. Deep lipstick accented her emerald eyes. A white satin blouse was unbuttoned down to show her deep cleavage. What ever bra she had on. ” she said as we found ourselves at a side door. Out we went, the three of us, as Mel powered around the drive to the lot.The girl ... I still didn’t know who she was ... shut up ... ceased talking, anyway. She didn’t shut her mouth. Carl drooled. Mel slid to a stop, turned off the engine, flipped her Ray Bans up to the top of her head and said, “About time you got home, missy.”The last time I had seen Mel, she was wearing a French maid outfit. Now she was in a pair of very tight, very short,.