Sitting next to each other, neither of us demonstrated any hesitancy or game-playing. We are both old enough to have passed that time in our lives. We... continued to laugh (Granny Here: he has a great sense of humor - I haven't laughed this much in a long time). I began to shift from my seat in the hot tub, edging closer each time. Soon, my thigh touched hers - she didn't pull away. This was WAAAAY cool!As we continued to talk, I would place my hand on her thigh - she returned the gesture.. I think I will tell you now, so you can have a plan ready," Wilson said."Just get to it Wilson what happened?" I asked."The hotel went to someone else. You had the better offer but the owner didn't want to sell to you. I have no idea why that is," he said."You mean everyone doesn't love me and share my vision? Damn I'm heart broken. We just have to learn to roll with the punches," I suggested. "I'll be home soon and we will move to plan B. Of course I have no idea what that will be."As I drove. The three ladies had split two pitchers of daiquiris before we left. They had split two bottles of wine at the restaurant. Brian and Dom limited themselves to a single glass and I had only a glass and a half a refill. She had sipped from a flask that Skye had produced from her handbag on the way home. I wondered if Liz was right: There was more A than B in her BAC.“What is the problem?” I asked.“I love you too fucking much,” Liz said.“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” I said, grinning at. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish Wolfhounds, and then used by all the hunters at what was called the 'kill'. He could seem cruel and kind by turns to the western eye, but to the Kobekistanis he was their beloved Master who could do no wrong."Are you satisfied now with my fecundity?" asked the Emir of his Head of Protocol, Kamal Qumsiyeh."Master, it is not for me to be.