I was a girl inside and someday, maybe, probably, I'd be a girl on the outside too."Go ahead and lay down on the lounger, Ashley," Marco was saying. "...On your stomach, that's it. Turn your head the other way for me and, yeah, spread your legs just a little. Mickey, fix her balls ... Cover them up..." You're showing off again!" Mickey chuckled and I rolled my eyes as he tugged my bikini bottoms into place, kind of pushing my balls gently beneath the yellow nylon until they were safely hidden. This particular evening, there was some country music show at the local venue, and our hotel was full of HOT, and I mean HOT country music lovers. Ever notice how country music lovers like to wear tight jeans? I did and spent most of the evening with a major hard-on, thank God I had thought to wear a jockstrap, so I at least kept it somewhat under control and not very visible. At least I was making good tips, I guess showing a little bulge can always help.Around 3AM room 1403 called and ordered. “Me? No, I would NEVER be presumptuous like that, Kate. I’m very surprised you’d think that of a mature gentleman like me. I just thought that you might be up for a free meal with some great company. That’s all. Purely platonic, pragmatic.” I see the glitter of the candles in her eyes, and I wait to see if this is indeed a gag. I am not drawing any premature conclusions. I only really know this young lady through our online connection.“After all the chats and emails we have exchanged, I think I. They flitted about and managed to stay in one piece, but they did not get a good sustained shot at the balloon. As far as I could tell, the Germans had not noticed me or John Spencer at about 5,000 feet over the balloon.The balloon was at about 1,000 feet altitude, so we were hard to see from the ground even in good light, and this early dawn light was doing a good job of keeping us out of sight. I tried to hurry so that Jack and Bill would not be in danger any longer than necessary. I lined up.