“The gentleman in the black sweater is sending this over,” said the bartender. I answered, “Tell him I said thank you very much.”He took my ac...ceptance of his drink as an invitation, and he soon left his stool and came over to me. “Hello,” he said.“Hello, Mr. Clean. Thanks for the drink. I’m Serena visiting from San Diego.”He laughed. “I get the Mr. Clean thing a lot. My name is Harvey, in town on business from Chicago. Looks like we’re both far from home. May I join you?”The stool next to mine. “Nothing changes a man as profoundly as prison. I can promise you that much. Being divorced, abandoned, and betrayed by a spouse does that to a man, too. Megan simply left me to save her own share of the assets from seizure and promptly married her own boss. Clifford. What a fucking douche!“Care to guess how she got caught up in this maelstrom? Yep, she followed her hubby to the camp. Literally became a camp follower for the Ku Klux Klan. Talk about stupidity! It could well lead her straight to. His own expression reminded me of the car salesman that had lured me into engaging him on price, sure that he could make the deal. That guy had read me like a book, too. I still had that car.Turning to Veronica, he told her that she was my property for the next 24 hours. She nodded serenely, murmuring "Yes Master". Focusing back on me, he told me he would return the following evening to discuss the "offering".Then he left. Me. And her. My slave, pro-tem. Whose gaze was now riveted on me.Hardly. Quickly i got my towel, shades and book making my way towards the pool so i could see them close up. As i got to the back door grandad called me over, i quickly told him about what i had seen and he just laughed telling me that this week was full of very like minded people that had been specialy invited from all over the world that believed in family fun. He reminded me to wear the necklace that he had given me so others would know that i am also both a dominant person but also someone that.