A thick webbing ratchet tie down from a car. Bottled water was in the fridge until the last minute.Then the drive to the hotel. She was there, waiting.... Husband was in the pub, watching through a window. I kissed her cheek, took her hand, and we walked to the hotel. Check in took two minutes. In the room I made my rules clear. She stripped, fussing over her clothes as she removed them and placed them on the chair. She folded and refolded her skirt, separated her tights from her panties,. I had no objection so we would see what happened.Jeff took me to dinner at The Rose Tattoo in his new Civic Hybrid. Nothing but the best for his honey. He was now a man of means.Our table sat by a wrought iron railing on the second floor, surrounded by hanging plants. Had we been told we were actually on a balcony in the Vieux Carré in New Orleans, we could have believed it. After dessert I broached the subject."I know it's not late, but a proper young lady should not be staying out on a week. “DO IT! Call him, but put it on speaker!” cried Cindy. “I DARE you to make him have phone sex with you”“OK!” agreed Stacy, “but you have to be quiet and let me do it, I learned a neat trick to sound sexy!”"DO IT, now!" They sat on the couch, the phone sitting between them on the coffee table. Stacy dialed and the phone rang. The buzzing echoed in the room. It rang twice, three times, then “Hello?”Stacy took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, while saying, ‘Hi, is Kevin there?” she sounded. He knew he had to get up real high so the hungry owls wouldn't suspect some tasty prey was available for a midnight snack.Jack flew up higher and higher.He could see the full moon over his left shoulder. It was pockmarked with the craters of countless impacts from falling meteorites. Jack wondered why the Space Program had not continued to expand into colonizing the moon with its untold wealth of minerals and other carbon matter. The textbooks at school were filled with photos of the American.