I walk up to the door with the two men flanking me. I expect one to reach out and open it, but neither does. I cannot open it myself, as there is no h...andle on the outside. So I stand facing the door, wondering what will happen next as the one guard opens the envelope."Everything appears to be in order, Ms. Sahkarov. Welcome to the club."The other guard presses a button on a beeper clipped to his belt, and looks up as though he expects the door to open. When it does not, he picks up the beeper. ”“Oh, that’s great, just what I wanted to hear, thank you very much.” Kate thrust a plate of food into her husband’s hands. “Here, c’mon, let’s eat.”~~~~~~~~The next day, Kate was prepared. Two can play this game. When she heard the anticipated whistling, she didn’t race for cover. Instead, shoulders back and breasts proudly thrusting within an open-necked shirt, her measured steps created a spectacular, exaggerated hip sway, almost a catwalk swagger. How’s that for a show? She tossed back her. It gives the guys a little hope that they just might get lucky."But then, with justifiable skepticism he asked, "You know you wouldn't have the balls to go there alone ... or would you?"I'm really not sure! I shrugged, embarrassed to admit that I might. I can't help it. That place, the entire concept behind it, I'm fascinated almost to the point of being obsessed. I can't stop thinking about it. I want to go back. But damn! That's a lot of money.I can understand why it costs so much. What. Waking up in the magnificent George Marriott Signature Hotel room, complete with a perfect view of the Washington Monument, was made ever more perfect by feeling my wife sleeping next to me. I'd cashed in untold frequent flier miles and hotel points, but it had been worth it. We'd seen the sights, oh yes. But this was to be a special day... this was to be a shopping day!Taking time for a room service breakfast, we leisurely showered, and I imagined her in "something pretty". No hurry today, no.