One guy presented an idea that my wife and I decided was best and I wrote him back to let him know we'd be there.The guy's name was Joe (or at least t...hat's what he told me) and his plan was for a party with us as the main attraction, but he promised we wouldn't be the only people fucking. He was going to arrange a room in his house with couches around the walls and a sturdy table in the middle so we'd be elevated and everyone could see us. He said that the invitation demanded that each person. We had never hugged before, I was taken aback, but in a good way. His aftershave was light, but overwhelmed my senses in a way that left me breathless. His strong arms gripping me tightly, as I squeezed back, not wanting to let go. “You look dashing. It's very low key, nothing fancy for us. Though if it were up to Rick, it would be. Don't tell him I said that, though. He'll pout and somehow we'll end up at a five star bar next time we go out,” I giggle, letting the hug part. “Secret is safe. With two new young people that wouldn't mind working, this place could really hum along." It is a thought. We are going into town for the night. If you see us for breakfast, maybe you will have time to talk with us again." I'll make time. I still have dishes to do and better get busy. What did you say your names were?"I smiled to myself. This woman was a master at getting information out of a person. "We are Roxy Andrews and Rodney Thomas."We found a small motel on the other side of town. There. “There’s another bottle in the side-board if you want.” I started towards it. “I think I’ve had enough though.” I returned, snapping the seal and pouring two more glasses.“May I ask you the ‘never as a lady’ question?” “I’m forty-six.” She seemed nervous about divulging that tid-bit of information. “Had a few boyfriends that never amounted to much and once mom and dad took sick that killed any social life.” She smiled again but this time it was much softer, almost an apology. “Does that cover.