" The thought of her hamper full of her underwear had my mind swimming, as she said, "I so enjoyed our evening together a couple of weeks ago...did yo...u?" I was sitting with my legs apart, and I knew she had seen my erection, but didn't care. I yold her I loved the way she looked and felt that night. "I was worried Hon...you have been avoiding me and haven't been in my underwear drawers since. have you?" I told her she was right, to which she replied, "I told you it excited me to know you like. “One moment, please.” I was the first one to recover. We quickly dressed and I opened the door. It was Ghammal, our guide. Once the door was opened, he rushed in, shutting the door behind him, looking scared and breathing hard. His gaze darted from Michael to me, then he inspected the bathroom, looked under the beds, behind the curtains before coming to rest on my bed. His hands trembled as he removed a long heavy package from his sling bag. Ghammal is a small bald middle-aged Egyptian with a. More like bad ache now. Sickness is much better. Not sweat now.’ She answered. ‘That’s good. You will be better in no time. You just be real still while you cast dries. Your arm should stop hurting in a couple of days, but the cast must dry hard before you can move it. We will keep a close eye on you for the next day or so.’ ‘When we go to your lodge? Make you good wives.’ she asked, with both of them smiling even bigger and making me even more nervous. Grandpa saw us and started laughing at me. After gathering our group, 8-10 people, they already started drinking so hard. I was sunbathing and enjoying the pool. And join them as least as possible. It is simply because i hate it. I hate the conversations (always the same) i hate the girls crying for attention, i even hate my own husband with this setup...Anyway i don't need their attention in this kind of place, because every guy around is simply staring at me, when i walk or when i am lying down by the pool. Yes i know that my shape is.