I soon found that the caterers were true professionals and needed no prodding or oversight. I relaxed and chatted with the Patrons. Fun and easy as fi...ne art is easy to talk about.A tall man in a tuxedo approached me. He had a very nice smile and he did look familiar."Hello, Sandra."It took me several seconds, "Kent McCleary! It has been years. How are you doing?" Well, it has been just over four years, Sandra and I have joined our fathers' bank." Yes, I do recall father mentioning that at. As both Frankie and Sam were recent Midwest transplants, a balmy fifty-eight Fahrenheit in late February was a novelty, and fairly tropical to their senses. Tapping her manicured fingers on the glass-topped table Frankie waited patiently for an explanation, Sam’s obvious hesitation only piquing her interest more and more. ‘It’s like a club.’ ‘Mickey Mouse? Mile High? Sierra?’ Sam chuckled and downed the rest of her mimosa. ‘Mile High.’ ‘So…like a plane charter service with hookers or what?’. It didn’t hurt that he was a silver haired fox who had one of the warmest smiles I have ever seen. So much more pleasant that a smirk. Where did that come from? I ignored the stupid voice in my head and focused instead on my conversation with Shrini. And while I may have not have admitted to it, the truth was that I was making comparisons. After dinner Shrini offered to drop me home. Saira looked super pleased with herself to see that we had hit it off so well. She mouthed that I owed her one. A few moments passed. And what a bikini it was, there wasn't much hiding her large breasts, and the thong showed of her sexy, firm ass."Wow, it really looks very sexy on you." Clara said."I´ll have to admit, it looks quite good on doesn't it." Yes, It does, and the guys will go crazy when they see you." Clara said."Ok, I´ll wear it." Helen said. They went out back and laid down on the sunbathing seats they had gotten out. But Helen was suprised that Claras bikini wasn't all that revealing as.