I apologize for that. My name is Tom.”The two daughters smiled and laughed. “That’s right. We didn’t ask your name either. We were introduced ...to you only by wonderful sex at the tattoo parlor, knew that you were a sex slave, livestock, and didn’t even think to find out if you had a name.” They laughed again and the other sister added, “I know one part of you very well now and I think that its name is Peter ... ha ha ha ha...” “NO! It’s Dick!” “How about Hombre,” and on they went like bipolar. Bob had reached in and turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature for them. Melody had ordered a whole case of the soap that she used. It was a special blend that was not available on the open market. It was mixed with special additives, to moisturize and tighten the skin. It was also an antibacterial soap. One of her college friends had told her about it, and given her a whole bottle to try. She had fallen in love with it. She loved what it did for her skin.Bob filled the sponge with. I made contact with my documents guy to upgrade my passport and some other papers. Passports start to look a little suspicious when they start showing too many stops at odd places. Strangely, there were a lot of tourists still roaming the street markets and shops and I realized that the off-season was becoming the in-season.The little restaurant near the hotel was a lot more crowded than expected for this time of year and there was a group of English-speaking tourists and expatriates testing. Shannon and I walk that way hand in hand as we look at all the equipment and other support items.We got to Pav-Co display area and they had some real nice pieces of equipment out on the floor. The salesman that I dealt with was on the floor with another customer. He waved at me and said just I minute. He came over with about four other salesmen, one of them must have recognized Shannon. They all took pictures with her and the owner was there and he came over to get his picture taken also. .