That’s a story for another day. When one is rich, people flock to you. I love to spoil women and they like to spoil me. It’s a win-win situation.I... met up with Candy when I was at a convention in Atlantic City. I was staying at the Golden Nugget. Candy was at a blackjack table and had just about lost her shirt. Lady luck wasn’t kind to her that day, until she met me. I bought her several drinks and we talked for a while. She was absolutely beautiful.She was young, blonde, and had a gorgeous rack. Soonthe mayor wanted the potion out of his town before the whole town wouldchange sex without warning and make the lyrics, "Girls will be Boys andBoys will be Girls," from "Lola" by The Kinks a reality for the citizensof Apple Corners. Soon that same potion added apple juice to the mix ofpeyote and hormones. But the mayor ordered the police to arrest the makerof that potion and burn the contents of the strange potion before theentire police force would change to the opposite sex.Some of that. Fay said that she hoped I was right and that we could pull this off. Later Fay asked me to go to bed early. She said she wanted to polish her act.WE DID!!The next morning Fay and I made plans, she was to get beer and snacks and a bottle of white grape juice. I was going to stop by a state liquor store and get some 190 proof grain alcohol.The poker players came at seven and I had the chips and cards out on the round dinette table.Fay hustled us beers and food.I said "Fay, honey, why don't you. The curtains we pulled and room was bathed in the light of many candles. There were candles everywhere. The flicker of their light and the scent of vanilla filled the room. Her eyes swept across the furnishings and noticed first the bed. The thick cover had been pulled back and replaced with hundreds of red rose petals. A bottle of champagne on ice with two glasses filled was waiting for her. Then there was he. Standing before her, fresh from the shower, was Alan. Clad only in the towel.