“Hey. You guys have a reservation?” the man at the front desk asked. He was a man about my age, who DID have a dad bod, and thick dark hair, coupl...ed with a thick dark beard.“Yes. Eastwood.” Mom spoke up. The man ran his finger down a list and stopped.“Gotcha.” he smiled, and typed something into his computer, and pulled out a key.“This’ll unlock a family sized locker over there, put all your clothes in that and then you can head in.” the guy said calmly.“Pardon?” Mom asked, offended.“Your. Started with dinner then went bar hopping. With each bar we’d go to we’d either decide there really wasn’t much going on, wasn’t feeling the vibe or it was just too damn loud! Wait a second, I thought; have we gotten so old that loud music started turning us off? Nah! We just wanted to actually hear ourselves talk. We eventually decided to cap the night off at the local bar close to home for all four of us. As we walked in we were greeted by some others we knew, exchanged pleasantries and. She turned to find Allen sitting in a chair."Were you there all along?" she asked him.Allen nodded, then stood up and went to the door. He locked it andturned back to her smiling."Here," he said.Cynthia's eyes went wide and her chest caved with a feeling ofexhilaration. "Now?"He nodded.She went to him and embraced him. He leaned down to kiss her. He thenworked on getting her shirt off as she undid his belt. A few momentswere all they needed to get each other almost completely unclothed.. He remembered how he had felt when he had kissed her. He remembered how she had felt in his arms… his imagination kicked in, as in his mind he took the next steps with her… This of course was a mistake. It didn’t take much to imagine Miranda and him, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and touching and stroking… By the time he drove onto his driveway, and climbed out of his car, his body was hard and aching with desire for her. She had always been at the back of his mind, locked away in a.