I drink my coffee and talk more with the London couple. Jeff approaches me and pulls me despite my ardent resistance to the dance floor. I feel that �...��Hey Big Spender’ is too voluptuous a song to be danced with one’s boss, but I manage to make many arms outstretched moves to put some distance between us. There is a bit of a commotion at the door and a lot of swarthy looking men are seen loitering by the entrance to the restaurant. Apparently they are a touring Latin dance troupe from south. " You could tell he didn't have a big ego, he just loved the game. He quickly gave me his hand and said, 'I'm Rick." I took his hand and said, "I'm Andrea." We both knew inside there was an instant connection. I asked him, "I was wondering, if you don't mind, could I have an autograph? All I have here are the games notes." He said, "Well, I have to honest here, you are absolutley the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. My hearts beats faster when I see you." I put my hand around his forearm. "Anybody else?"She shook her head again with a grin. "And I haven't swived a man since you left town either," she said. "Nary a one, for fun or profit." Well, then," I suggested, smiling back, "maybe it's time you did."We finished mopping our trenchers, emptied our tankards and adjourned to a comfortable room above stairs. It took us very little time to get rid of our clothes and get under the quilts. She had a small but lovely body. She hugged me and kissed me, she thanked me and praised me,. It wasn't like the forty-six year old made any effort to conceal it, having come out soon after college. Yet at the same time she didn't exactly wear a nametag that said it either. Vivian might actually be interested in no more than a riding companion. Either way, she promised herself that she would take advantage of the day, whatever did or didn't develop, and enjoy herself.Dressing took a short time as she'd laid out her clothes and riding gear the night before. When the car Vivian had.