When my knees give out you wrap me in your arms and guide me to the settee that occupies a corner of my imagined room. You revive me with a sip of blo...od red wine from a bottle that you had opened for just that purpose. You know me so well. You know the effect your lusty kisses have on me. You know that with a single kiss I become yours to do with as you please.With the ease possible only in dreams, you gently remove my negligee while I sit cuddled in your lap. You bade me to stand, then guide. Connie, the hostess, started the music again, the old Duran Duran single ‘Hungry as a Wolf’, which seemed to be uncannily descriptive of the crew there that night. The women marched around the collection of chairs. Sarah was there, eyes fastened on mine. I saw a timid brunette who might have been Maggie Dickenson from Barbara’s description, though timid didn’t seem to be typical of people in marketing. When the music stopped Sarah was a couple of women away. She straight-armed one onto an. “Hey Kel, where are you?” he asked.“Just got to my hotel and mostly unpacked. You up for company? Going to buy me dinner?”“Smart ass! Get your tush over here, wearing as little as possible. I am in 1215, a suite on the top floor.”“Okay lover. Be there as soon as my GPS can find it. See ya soon!”She put on an old, short, frayed pair of shorts and a crop top, her nipples delectably poking dimples in the fabric. Arriving at her car, she put the address in the GPS and took off. Twenty minutes later. When I was about 21 and "between ships" I was seconded to HMCS Oriole (a small sail-training ship) to make a trip down to Oregon. We visited Astoria, Oregon over a long weekend during their Sea Festival. The Canadian navy in those days was big on booze. Lots of rum & beer. As one might expect, while alongside we were open to the public. I don't recall how it came to pass but I ended up down below in the crew's quarters with a "middle-aged" couple, entertaining (okay - I was plying them with.