“It’s a little warm,” I said.“I would hope so,” she replied. “It’s supposed to be.”She sat down on the edge of the hot tub and stuck b...oth of her shapely legs into the hot water. She looked over at me and asked if I was going to get in.“Sure,” I replied. I had a raging hard on, at this point and there was no way to hide it. I loosened my towel and allowed it to drop to the floor, fully exposing myself before sliding into the hot tub. I turned and looked at my guest.“Do you want to get in?” I. If I were here as the goddess you would die. No man, no matter how fit and strong, could survive a goddess’s lovemaking.”I accepted her word for it. I didn’t want to have an experience that I could never repeat. To have made love, or to do anything, perfectly would ruin any subsequent achievement. I wanted to live as a human, not as someone trying to regain a lost perfection.I fell asleep with my head cradled in Brigit’s arms. Sometime during the night I became aware that one of Brigit’s. Chapter 6We arrive at the Venetian, and head into Bouchon.Cindy, or Sam, as I find out, is waiting for us, wearing a charcoalgray pinstripe Seville Row three piece suit, and carrying a briefcase.He's about 5'10, with a medium build, and brown hair, starting to grayat the temples.Susan kisses him on the cheek in greeting, and the Hostess shows us toour seat.We enjoy a leisurely brunch, and Cindy opens his briefcase and handsSusan a file folder, and envelope."Jennifer, why don't you and Amanda. At the top of the stairs the space opens up to a bar-room with plenty of wood and in a corner a Jacuzzi, lovely for relaxing with or without friends. A spiral staircase winds itsd way up just next to the Jacuzzi, and behind it several other rooms opened up, variously occupied with beds or sofas for lazily or not so lazily lounging in. Upstairs there is a sauna and a couple of other rooms for romantic liaisons.I’d been there before so as soon as I had stripped off into the mandatory dress-code –.