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CHAPTER 89

The restaurant where Jay took us was in a plain looking, wood-sided
building on a hillside overlooking the ocean. We pulled into the
parking lot and the valet, an Asian man, smiled broadly when he saw
Jay, and welcomed him by name. I didn't see a sign anywhere, but when
we got inside it was like stepping into a garden. There was even what
looked like a stream running through the place. An Asian woman
welcomed us, smiled at Jay and led us to an ornate round door in the
back of the room, where she asked us to remove our shoes.  As soon as
we did, the door moved aside and we entered an odd looking, square
room. One wall was a window that faced the ocean and the other three
were covered with what looked like grass. There was no furniture
anywhere. But the odd thing was a square hole in the floor that looked
a little over a foot deep. There was a bunch of pillows spread around
the edge next to the hole. Jay sat on one, put his feet into the hole
and motioned for us to join him. 
As soon as we were seated, two Asian girls came in. They were dressed
in white robes and their hair was made up to look like the geisha
girls I'd seen in the movies. They scurried around the room placing
pillows behind each of us and positioning them until we were sitting
correctly then they quickly disappeared. It was actually pretty
comfortable, almost like sitting on a couch. 
Then something that looked like a slab of rock supported by four ropes
began lowering slowly from the ceiling and when it stopped it formed a
table top in front of us. 
Jay watched us as all this happened, then he said, "Pretty neat eh, my
folks and I are regulars here and I've taken the liberty to pre-order.
Is that okay with everyone?" 
When we all agreed, he clapped his hands, and a moment later the two
girls returned with a cart loaded with odd-looking things. First they
put what looked like a piece of driftwood next to each of us. 
Sitting on it were five small china bowls and each had something
different in it. The others seemed to know what was in them, but I
didn't have a clue. So I bent to Monique and whispered, "What's in the
bowls?" 
She whispered back, "The green stuff is wasabe, the rest are dipping
sauces."
Jay took a fancy-looking bottle from the cart, held it up for us to
see and explained, "This is my favorite. It's Junmai-shu Sake. It has
a kick to it, so be careful." He looked around the table, grinned and
said, "Everyone here is over twenty one, right?" Then, without waiting
for an answer he began filling glasses and placing them in front of
us. 
I tried it and quickly put it down. To me, it tasted a little like
alcohol flavored motor oil, but the others seem to like it.
Then the server girls brought in several different kinds of soup.
There was no silverware, but surprisingly, everyone seemed delighted
and began drinking right out of the bowls.
Our family was never big on Asian food. We occasionally ordered
'Chinese' when we lived in Arizona, but Erin said it looked "Icky,"
and wouldn't eat it. I wasn't crazy about it either, so we rarely had
it at home. 
When the servers brought in plates of round things that looked like
they were made of rice, everyone seemed excited. I'd never tried it,
but I recognized it as sushi because I'd seen it on TV. Everyone
started in on them making yummy noises, but Meg was the first to say,
"Oh God, this is the best I ever ate," I watched her as she took
another one and dabbed on some green stuff out of one of the little
bowls, so I grabbed one, slathered it with a thick layer of the green
stuff. 
She saw me do it, and as I popped it into my mouth she cried, "Oh
Pete... No!"
I was trying to figure what was the matter with her, when suddenly my
head exploded! It was the hottest thing I ever tasted! I immediately
spit it into a napkin, then I jumped up, nearly upsetting our 'rock
table' and I began running around the room waving my hand at my open
mouth, trying to put out the flames I was sure were coming out of my
mouth, nose, and probably my ears. 
In a minute or two, when the pain subsided enough so I could see
through the tears that were streaming down my face, I observed my
dinner companions laughing and pointing at me. I thought briefly about
strangling all of them, but just then one of the servers came up and
handed me a cup of something. I stared at it until she said, "Queek,
you drink," or something. I was desperate, so I took a sip. Almost
immediately the pain began to subside. This time when I looked around,
Monique was watching me with a concerned look, but Marla was the one
who asked me if I was going to live.
The rest of the meal went better. The server girls kept bringing in
bowls of odd-looking food and Monique assured me that if I stayed away
from the green paste I'd be okay, so I began to try everything. Some
of it was delicious and some was just okay, but everyone else seemed
to enjoy everything. I think part of it was the presentation. The
Asian girls would bring in something and serve it with a flourish,
then they would stand back and watch us. When we were almost finished
with that dish they would disappear and a minute or two later they
would come back with something else. Every time the girls brought in a
new dish there would be lots of ooos and aahs, and when someone asked,
Jay would explain what each dish was, or if it needed a particular
dipping sauce. 
I kept my eye on Monique, because she seemed uneasy with the people
around us. She was quiet at first, but as dinner progressed I watched
Marla make a deliberate effort to draw her out. Before long she seemed
to relax, and she began taking part in the conversations. 
Part of the reason may have been because Jay kept refilling everyone's
glasses with Sake. I was only sipping mine, but I noticed the servers
had replaced the bottle several times. 
I also noticed the body language between Marla and Jay. He was
obviously enamored with her, she seemed to be responding to him, and
before long they were feeding each other pieces of food off their
plates. 
I was glad to see them both so pleased with each other, but even
though I was the one who set this up, I remembered how it was to be
with her and I have to admit to a little pang of jealousy.
Finally, the servers cleared the table and brought dessert, which
turned out to be green tea ice cream, cookies, and a fresh bottle of
Sake.
We all sat back and listened as Jay told a funny story about work,
then Marla asked Monique to talk about New York and what life was like
as a model, she hesitated for a minute, then Marla said, "C'mon
Monique, you're among friends here."
 Slowly at first, Monique began telling about some funny things that
happened to her as a model. Then, as she warmed to the subject, she
seemed to relax and for the first time since I met her, the almost
regal look she usually wore began to fade away. It was as though she
forgot for a minute who she was, and as if by magic she began to look
younger, more vibrant, and if possible, even more beautiful. 
When I could tear my eyes away from her, I looked at the others. She
was affecting them as well. Both Jay and Lane seemed mesmerized by
her, and they hung on every word. But I was surprised by the looks she
was getting from Meg and Marla. Meg was listening, but some of her
glances at Monique were cold. On the other hand, Marla seemed to be
watching over Monique like a mother or an older sister. I made a
mental note to ask her about it when I had a chance. 
Everyone had a chance to talk, and I began to realize that it was fun
listening to a group that was older then me. I was a little worried
that I might be out of my depth, but when it was my turn, Meg came to
my rescue and asked me to tell how I knew Kristen Baker. So I gave
them a much modified version of how we knew each other. It caused a
lot of questions from everyone and the conversation was only broken up
when one of the server girls came in and politely mentioned that there
were others waiting for the room.
When we got up to leave, the girls went to the bathroom. As soon as
they left I said, "I didn't see a check. Is Lane the one we thank for
this?"
Jay answered, "No, tonight is on me," then he pointed his thumb at
Lane and said, "Tomorrow it's his turn. We're going somewhere fancy
and we'll put a real dent in this tightwad's wallet."
Both he and Lane laughed, but I said, "Gee, I don't know about Monique
or Marla, but neither Meg brought fancy clothes."
Jay winked at Lane and said, "Don't worry about it. You'll be
surprised at what you'll be wearing," and both of them smiled.
Then Jay said, "By the way, you may need this where we're going," and
he handed me something. It was a driver's license showing my age as
twenty one, and it even had my picture on it.
	Astonished, I asked, "Where did you get this?"
He grinned and said, "The place we're going tonight is a night club
with dancing. They let the girls slide if they're over eighteen, but
they're pretty strict with the guys."
"But this looks like a real license!"
"One of our business branches is a document company. My secretary got
a copy of your license off the internet and one of our guys made this
up for me. But you shouldn't have any problem; you look a lot older
than seventeen. One thing though... I'll want it back after this
weekend."
I nodded and said, "Thanks a lot. I won't use it unless I have to."
Then I asked, "By the way; are you guys pleased with the girls?"
Jay was the first to answer with, "Marla is great! She's everything I
thought she'd be and more. She has a great sense of humor and she's
even prettier than I remember."
I looked at Lane and he seemed kind of quiet. So I asked him why.
He answered, "Pete, I know that Jay told you about my situation. I
really don't know how to react to someone new yet. Meg seems like a
very nice girl, but I don't know what to say to her."
I offered, "I don't think you have to say anything special, Meg is
just here to have a good time. This is the first vacation she's had in
a long time and she's probably as nervous as you are."
He looked curious and he said, "Really? But she's a Fox. Why would she
be nervous?"
I smiled and answered, "Because she said the same thing about you."
He brightened considerably and asked, "She said I was a Fox?"
Jay broke in with, "Of course she did you jerk, now shut up, I want to
ask Pete a question." 
Jay grinned at Lane, and then he asked me, "Uhh, Monique. Is she your
girlfriend?"
"No, she's just an old friend. Why?" 
He made a face and said, "She is fucking unbelievable, why haven't you
said something about her before?"
"Its kind of a long story, she's been out of town and..."
Just then, Lane broke in with, "Here come the girls."

When we got to the club, the outside looked like what I'd seen on TV.
A long line of people were waiting, and a bouncer about my height but
thirty pounds heavier was standing guard at the door. 
Jay went to the front of the line and whispered something to the
bouncer. He looked over at us, nodded, and when Jay slipped something
into his pocket, the bouncer turned, and to hoots and complaints from
the people in line, he opened the door for us. 
I was the last one in line and suddenly the bouncer stepped in front
of me, blocking the way. He looked me up and down, and then he said,
"You're a big one. I'm not going to have trouble with you, am I?"
Dad always told me that no matter how I felt, I should never show fear
or indecision when faced by a bully. I wasn't sure about his
intentions, so I put on my best stone face and I glared at him and
said, "Probably not."
He stared at me for a minute, and he seemed to reach a decision.
The rest of our group were standing there watching us and he turned to
them and said, "Go ahead and get a table folks, I'll bring your friend
back in a minute."
	He said to me, "I need you for a minute," and when we stepped
inside he locked the door behind us. Then he motioned to someone, and
a guy with a crew-cut, who was nearly as big as he was, came over to
us, and the bouncer said, "Follow me."
Crew-cut and I followed him to a table where a bunch of rough-looking
people were sitting, making a lot of noise. When we got a few feet
away he said, "Wait here," and he walked over to the table. He went to
the biggest guy there, and he leaned down and said something to him.
At first the guy just glared at him, then he looked over and saw us
standing there. He quickly lost his 'attitude', and he nodded to the
bouncer and began telling the people at his table to quiet down. The
bouncer turned around and when he got back to us, he winked at me and
said, "I'm short a guy tonight and I needed some visual back-up.
Thanks, I'll send a little something to your table."
When I got to our table and told everyone what happened, they all
laughed, and Meg started calling me 'The Enforcer!" 
The inside of the place was a surprise. I expected loud rock music and
a madhouse of writhing bodies. There were plenty of bodies, but the
band was playing swing music and many of the dancers were dressed in
1950's costumes. 
Jay explained, "I thought you might get a kick out of this. The show
tonight is one of the hottest things in town. It features a
professional swing dance group. They dance together a lot and once a
month they meet at a dance club and put on a show. They even bring
their own band. It's become so popular, they get big crowds. That's
why all the people were in line outside."
Marla said, "It looks like a lot of fun."
Jay answered, "Yes it is, and these kids are wonderful. After each
show, everyone is encouraged to come up and dance with them."
Just then a waitress showed up with a couple pitchers of the most
delicious Sangria I ever tasted. But I was still a little buzzed from
the Sake so I reminded myself to take it easy. 
The dancers were great and so was the music. Mom didn't teach swing
dancing in her classes, but she showed me how when I was growing up
and I loved it. Sometimes, when the radio played a swing number, mom
would grab me and we would dance around wherever we were. These kids
were wonderful. They tossed each other around like it was an athletic
event. It was tremendously entertaining and when the set ended the
audience went wild and the applause lasted for several minutes. 
The dancers ran off the floor to wipe their faces and gulp down some
fluids, but most of them came right back when the band leader stepped
forward, announced they were going to play some slower music and asked
everyone to come up and dance.
Jay and Marla immediately headed for the dance floor. I stood up and
so did Meg, but both Monique and Lane hesitated and began complaining
that they didn't dance well, but we were able to convince them it was
okay and we dragged them to the floor. The first tune was a simple
two-step. Monique was able to follow me, but she wasn't much of a
dancer. I didn't mind, just holding her close to me was wonderful. 
Then I realized something and I laughed to myself. I had made love
with her, but I had never held her in my arms. 
Part way through the first tune I glanced at Marla and Jay. They
seemed to be dancing well together.  She was resting her head on his
shoulder and he had a silly grin on his face. The jealousy thing
raised its head for a split second, but when I saw how happy they were
it quickly went away.
When I looked over at Meg and Lane they were smiling too, but Lane was
holding Meg at arm's length. Then I saw why. Even at this slow pace,
Lane was having a hard time keeping up with Meg, and she was trying to
prevent him from stepping on her toes.
The next tune was a little faster, and after a few miss-steps from
Monique she asked to sit down. When I led her back to our table she
said, "I'm sorry, I haven't danced very much." Then, she suddenly sat
up straight and said, "That's not true. I haven't danced at all. I've
never even been to a dance."
"You did okay with the first tune."
"Sometimes when I'm alone I watch dancing on TV and I try to follow
along."
"What about when you were growing up, didn't you go to parties where
people were dancing?"
"I didn't go to parties, Pete. My life really didn't begin until I met
Alice, and from there on, all we thought about was my career."
I was about to ask her more about her life when Meg and Lane showed
up. Lane was apologizing about stepping on Meg's feet, when the
bandleader announced that a swing number was coming up. 
Meg looked at me and said, "I want to dance. You looked pretty good
out there, do you know how to swing dance?"
When I nodded, she looked at Monique and asked, "Do you mind?"
It wasn't what she said, it was the way she said it. Her tone was
cold, almost confrontational. But Monique didn't seem to notice, she
just shook her head. I wanted to ask Meg what was going on, but she
grabbed my hand, and by the time we got to the dance floor the music
had started. 
Meg was an excellent dancer. Much better than I expected, and after a
few moves with each of us trying out different things together, we
began to recognize each other's style and fell into a rhythm. I began
to have a really good time. We didn't try the wild, over-the-head or
between-the-leg things that the pros did just yet, but Meg began to
anticipate my moves and the pushes, pulls and twirls began to go off
without a hitch. As the tune went on, we started to really come
together and towards the end of the song, when I heard the music start
to build to a final crescendo, I took a chance. We'd been swinging
around each other in a tight circle, and I stopped, lifted her by the
waist, and with a hard push I spun her away from me. She knew
instantly what I was doing, and instead of trying to catch herself,
she deliberately landed on one foot with her arm outstretched. She was
completely off balance, but her body was still turning and when her
arm swung toward me I caught her hand, pulled her hard to kill her
momentum, and as the music stopped, she did three quick, snap spins,
and ended up in my arms.
When a complicated move like that works, it's a great feeling and we
stood there for a minute holding each other. Our bodies were pressed
tightly against each other, our faces were only an inch apart, and we
were grinning like fools.
Our embrace lasted a little longer than it should have and I think we
both realized it at the same time. We were there with other people,
and continuing to hold each other like this was inappropriate, but she
felt so good I didn't want to let her go and I think she felt
something as well. Jay was the one who brought us back to reality when
he came to us and said, "Damn! We were watching you. You guys are
GOOD!"
So we straightened up, thanked Jay and as the band announced they were
going on a break, we began to make our way back to our table. 
I had never seen Meg so happy. She was smiling from ear-to-ear, and
when we got to the table she grabbed Lane by the shoulders and said,
"Did you see that?
It took Lane by surprise, but he smiled back and said, "Yes! You were
wonderful!"
Then Meg did something that surprised me. First she slid her chair
close to Lane and sat down, then she put her hand in his, looked at me
and said, "Thanks Pete. That was really fun."
It took me a second to realize that she was smoothing over our lack of
judgment at the end of the dance. I'm not sure that Lane had even
noticed that it happened, but he seemed pleased about what was going
on now, and he was looking at her with surprise and affection.
Monique began complimenting us on our dancing and in the middle of her
conversation I heard something strange. It was barely noticeable, but
she seemed to be slurring her words! Then I noticed that the pitcher
of Sangria in front of us was nearly empty and so was her glass. I was
wondering what to do about it when Marla stood up and said, "C'mon
girls, we need to freshen up," and the three of them headed for the
bathroom.
Immediately both Jay and Lane started talking about tonight. Both said
they were having a great time, and Jay began teasing Lane about what
it was like to be back in the 'dating scene' again. Lane had a silly
grin on his face when he told Jay that if he'd known there were girls
like Meg around, he would have started dating a long time ago. 
Then he turned to me and said, "Thanks Pete."
Jay chimed in with, "Me too, pal, Marla is terrific. I can't remember
when I've had such a good time."
Surprised, I said, "But Jay, you date a lot, don't you?"
With a smile he replied, "Yes I do. But I wasn't kidding when I said
there was something special about Marla. I don't know what it is Pete,
but she knocks my socks off."
A few minutes later the girls came back, and I noticed that Monique
was carrying a big glass of something. She slid in alongside me and
when I looked pointedly at the glass, she whispered, "Iced Tea."
When the band returned, the professionals swarmed onto the floor and
for nearly an hour they put on a show that was fantastic. The music
was so great it was hard to sit still, and when the show ended to
thunderous applause and the band invited everyone to come out and
dance, there was a rush to the floor. Monique was doing much better
this time, especially to the slower tunes. It looked like she was
really enjoying herself. We decided to trade partners. Jay went off
with Monique and Lane went with Marla. I offered my hand to Meg, but
she glanced at Lane, then she said, "Hold on for a minute," and she
took off her shoe and began rubbing her foot.
I asked what was the problem was, and she said, "I think Lane spent as
much time on top of my foot as he did on the floor. Let me rub it for
a minute."
"No problem. By the way, you're really good, where did you learn to
dance?"
She smiled and answered, "Thank you. You surprised me too. I've been
dancing since I was a kid. I belong to several different dance groups.
What about you?"
I told her about my mom and how we loved to dance, but when I
mentioned that I liked the Tango she almost jumped up and she said, "I
absolutely love the Tango! Are you any good?"
"I think so."
"Well, we have to go dancing sometime. But I can't believe a big guy
like you likes to dance. Most guys your size, especially one's your
age are more interested in football than dancing."
"Can't I be interested in both?"
"I suppose so, but don't your friends tease you about it?"
I grinned and said, "Not when they see that I get to dance with girls
as pretty as you are."
She shook her head before she said, "You're here with a girl like
Monique and you're flirting with me?"
A little surprised, I answered, "You're a very pretty girl, why can't
I flirt with you? And by the way, what's going on with you and her? I
see the way you act around her; you're pretty cold when you talk to
her."
She made a face when she answered, "I'm around pretty girls all the
time; the studio is full of them. But this weekend has been a little
daunting. The girls at the studio are a lot like me; their whole lives
are dedicated to making it in the entertainment industry. There aren't
many close friendships because you never know when you're going to be
up against someone for a part in a production. Then I met your
friends. Marla is as pretty as any girl at the studio and she seems
like a great girl. I could really see us becoming friends. But Monique
is a different story. People have been telling me I'm pretty my whole
life, so I guess I am. But she's so fucking beautiful I feel
inadequate when I'm around her. I've never felt that way before and it
bothers me."
"I'm sorry you feel that way; she's a really nice girl."
"That's what Marla says, but I can't help how I feel."
A little at loss for words, I asked, "How are you getting along with
Lane?"
"Okay I guess. He's very handsome and he's a gentleman and all, but
I'm worried that he still misses his wife. I don't like being a
re-bound girl. Things like that usually end badly."
"Meg, he hasn't asked you to pick out furniture with him, you're just
here having fun. Relax for God's sake."
She smiled before she said, "You're right. I guess I'm over-thinking
things. I'm sorry. Like I told you; I don't do this very much."
For the first time since I met her she seemed kind of fragile, and I
wanted to hug her. I'm glad I didn't, because just then Monique ran up
to the table and said, "Pete, come quick, something is going on."
Meg and I followed her to the far side of the dance floor where a
bunch of people were standing around. Some girl was yelling and it
sounded like Marla. We pushed her way through, and found Jay lying on
the ground. He was holding his nose and a guy was standing over him
pointing a finger at him. Marla was yelling at the guy and trying to
push him away and there was a guy on each side of Lane, holding his
arms. I looked around quickly to see if the bouncer was around, but I
didn't see him so I stepped between Marla and the guy and I pushed
him... hard.
As he stumbled backward I looked over at the guys holding Lane and I
snarled, "If either of you move I'll put you in the hospital," and I
stepped toward the guy I pushed. He had regained his balance and was
standing there glaring at me. 
I had a couple inches of height and at least twenty pounds on him, so
he glanced at the guys holding Lane. I think he was trying to decide
if the three of them could handle me, when the crowd burst apart as
the bouncer and his friend bulled their way through. 
The bouncer looked around and then he said to me, "I thought you told
me you weren't going to be a problem?"
Marla was kneeling on the floor next to Jay, and she broke in with,
"It wasn't him; he was only trying to break up things." Then she
surprised me by pointing to the guy in front of me and said, "It was
Jason."
The bouncer looked over at the guys holding Lane and said, "Let him
go." Then he said, "Okay you people, I want everyone to settle down,
settle their tabs and go home."
We helped Jay to his feet, and Lane took him to the men's room. Marla
watched them go, then she said to me, "Kind of keep your eye on me, I
have to talk to Jason. 
She walked over to the guy and began talking to him. I couldn't hear
what they were saying, but he obviously wasn't happy, and at one point
he raised his voice. When he did it I took a step toward him. I think
his friends were going to interfere, but when I glared at them they
stopped. Marla said a few more words to the guy and he sort of hung
his head, then he motioned to his buddies and they walked away.
The girls joined me and when Marla walked back over to us I asked,
"That's the guy you've been seeing, isn't it?"
She nodded, then, "I haven't really been seeing him; we just went out
for coffee a couple times. I know he wanted more, but I was never
really that interested."
"So, what happened?"
"Jason tried to cut in while Jay and I were dancing, and when I said
I'd rather not, he began pleading with me. Jay told him to leave me
alone, and Jason pushed him away. They started arguing and it got
pretty heavy so I stepped between them and tried to break it up. Jason
grabbed my arm, Jay pulled his hand away, and without warning Jason
hit him. Just then Lane showed up but Jason's friends grabbed him. A
minute later you showed up."
While we were talking she kept looking toward the rest room, finally
she said, "Do you think Jay's okay?"
I answered, "Let me go see," and I went to the bathroom. Jay was
standing at blood spattered sink. Lane was standing next to Jay
holding a handful of towels and Lane was dabbing at his nose.
I asked, "You okay?"
Jay relied, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's not broken, but I might be black and
blue for a while."
Then he turned to me, and with a wry grin he said, "Can you believe
this? The son-of-a-bitch sucker-punched me! I haven't had a bloody
nose since grammar school."
"That's what I heard. Well, it's over now, he and his buddies are
gone."
"That's a shame. I'm going to have to find out who he is and go have a
talk with him."
Lane said, "Bad idea, Jay. He lives down here and so do his friends.
Besides, I think he's tougher than you are."
Still holding his nose, Jay chuckled and said, "You may be right,"
Then he looked at me and asked, "Is Marla okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine. She's a little worried about you though."
"God, you should have seen her, we were arguing like mad and she
jumped right in between us. Maybe I should have backed off and let her
kick his ass."
I laughed, then Jay added, "Tell her I'm okay and I'll be out in a
minute."
I went outside and told Marla what he said, then I asked, "Uhh, this
Jason guy, he looked kind of bummed when he left. What did you tell
him?"
"I told him Jay was my boyfriend and I couldn't see him anymore."

Jay and Lane came out a minute later. Jay was still dabbing at his
nose but he appeared okay; especially when Marla rushed right to him,
hugged him and began to mother him.
We went back to our table and while Jay settled our bill, Lane
whispered something to the girls, then he emptied the last of the
Sangria into our glasses, turned to Jay and proposed a toast. 
He said, "To our bloody but unbowed, fearless leader."
We drained our glasses then all three girls went to Jay and began
hugging and kissing his cheeks. 
Grinning, Jay stood it for a few seconds, then, when Marla went to
kiss his cheek again, he quickly turned and kissed her full on the
mouth.
Her eyes got big, but she didn't pull away, instead she closed her
eyes and the kiss went on for some time. When they finally broke away,
Marla seemed a little embarrassed and Jay was standing there with a
puppy-dog look on his face. 

On the way to the club, Jay drove, Marla sat next to him and because
of my long legs I sat in the front seat next to her. On the way back
to the house, Jay put his arm around Marla, pulled her close to him,
and they sat glued together the whole way. 
It was after midnight by the time we got back to the house, and
because of what we had to drink everybody was mellow. I think I even
noticed a yawn or two. But Jay was full of energy and the minute we
got out of the car he said, "I have a surprise for everyone. Your
bathing suits are dry, lying on your beds next to a bathrobe. Put your
suits on, grab the robe and meet me at the hot tub on the roof."
When we got to the floor out side our rooms, Monique took my hand and
whispered, "Hold on for a minute," and she stood there with me,
looking nervous until Meg and Marla went to their rooms. Then she
said, "Pete, is something weird going to happen tonight, something I
might not like?"
I smiled at her and said, "I'm sure there isn't. If he had anything
nasty in mind he wouldn't have suggested we put on bathing suits.
Besides, I won't let anything happen to you."
She looked at me for a minute before she said, "You wouldn't, would
you."
"No. Now get ready, I'll tap on your door when I'm ready, and we can
go upstairs together."

Sure enough, my swimsuit was lying next to a clean white robe on my
bed and it looked like it had been through a dryer. I took off my
shirt and I was about to take off my pants, when I realized I needed
to go to the toilet. I went to the bathroom, but when I tried to open
the door it was locked. 
I wriggled the handle, and a second later Meg opened the door and
said, "I'm glad it's you. Monique helped me last time, but I can't get
the top of this stupid suit to catch. She was holding her top to her
breast, and the loose ends were hanging down. She turned her back to
me, and in a western twang she said, "Hook me up, big boy."
I took the loose ends of the top and I saw why it was difficult. Meg
was bigger up there than Monique and it took a little stretching to
get it to close. When I was successful, she adjusted herself and
turned to me.
I had seen her in this same suit while we were up on deck, but there
were other people around. I remember thinking that she looked great.
But something about seeing her in the seclusion of the bathroom was
different, and I began to get a hard-on. 
I stared at her body for a minute then I looked at her face. She was
also looking at my body, and suddenly she reached up and put her hand
on my chest. She rested her hand there for a few seconds then she
moved it lightly down until it was on my stomach, and in a voice so
quiet I had to strain to hear her, she said, "Jesus, I keep forgetting
how big you are." 
My cock was making a tent in my pants by now, and it jerked when she
said it. I guess she saw or felt it move because she looked down,
blushed, and I watched her face and neck turn color. Then she looked
up at me. 
It was like something passed between us. She had a look in her yes
that was almost predatory. I wanted more than anything to grab her and
kiss her. She opened her mouth as though she was going to say
something, but I guess she changed her mind, because suddenly she
turned, went back into her room and closed the door.  
I didn't lock the door; I was kind of hoping she would come back in. I
waited a minute or two but she didn't, so I went over to the toilet
and took out my cock. It was hard as steel and I had to hold it for a
minute before it relaxed enough so the stream would start. When I
finished, I got into my swimsuit, grabbed the robe and went toward
Monique's room. I found her waiting by the door, and the two of us
went up to the top deck. 
There were tiny lights around the railings. They were only there to
show you where railings were. The real light was from the moon, the
city around us and an occasional light from a boat in the ocean in
front of the house. It was beautiful. It reminded me of being on the
mountaintop with Sylvia. Thinking about her, hurt for a second and I
had to force myself to think about Monique, so I took her arm and we
walked to the railing. We stood there for a minute, looking at the
lights. There was a slight breeze coming off the ocean and it was
getting chilly, so she snuggled up against me. 
It was great holding her so close. It was difficult keeping Sylvia out
of my mind, until I looked down at her and saw the moon reflected in
Monique's eyes. 
Except for the incident at the dance hall, it had been a wonderful
evening, I still had a slight buzz from the Sangria, and I was holding
one of the most beautiful girls in the world. Suddenly Sylvia didn't
seem quite so important and I pulled Monique even closer. 
Then I heard some music, and I looked around to see Meg headed toward
the gazebo at the back of the deck, so I took Monique's hand and we
followed her. 
The gazebo was like a little house. It was all redwood; with a glass
roof and windows all around. We went inside to find a hot tub that
looked big enough to hold ten people. Lane and Marla were already
sitting inside, so Meg took off her robe. She was trying to step over
the side, but it was slippery, so Lane put out his hand to help her.
She took it, and when she got in she slid over next to him. His eyes
followed her the whole way and it was obvious he was very happy she
was there. 
Monique and I climbed in and minute we were submerged we both groaned
with pleasure. The hot water really felt good. 
There were bubbles coming from the bottom of the hot tub, but they
were mild compared to some other spas I'd been in, until a few seconds
later when Jay showed up. He pushed a small cart with an ice chest on
it next to the spa, then he got in the spa, turned to a panel on the
side and began pushing buttons. 
It was like a volcano went off. 
This was more like it. There were nozzles everywhere. It was too noisy
to talk so we all relaxed and let the jets iron out any kinks we had.
After a few minutes of this, he pushed some buttons again, reducing
the torrent by about half and he picked up a box from the cart. He
opened it, took out a joint, lit it and began passing it around.
Nobody seemed surprised. Of the people there, I thought Marla might be
uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind at all and when it got to
her she took a deep drag and lay back with her eyes closed.
When it got to me I took a drag but I didn't hold it in too long. 
After the joint was used up Jay lit up another, then another, and
before long we were all feeling mellow, even me. 
The gazebo had a string of tiny lights all around the inside of the
ceiling. Jay hit some buttons and suddenly the spa jets were quieter,
like they were at the beginning, and the inside lights went out. 
It was almost pitch black inside the gazebo and it made the lights of
the city around us stand out.
It was almost like being in an airplane. The lights of the city seemed
to swell and ebb as I looked around and with the music playing in the
background, things were magical.
I don't know if I pulled her to me or if she came to me, but I was
suddenly aware that Monique was in my arms. Kissing her seemed the
natural thing to do and the feel of her lips on mine felt perfect. 
We kissed again and again. 
At one point I looked over where Jay and Marla were, and although all
I could see were their silhouettes they were obviously doing the same,
so I looked toward Meg and Lane. They were sitting close together, but
they just seemed to be holding each other.
But Monique filled my head and I couldn't wait to get closer to her. A
hard plastic spa is not the most comfortable place for two people to
get together, so I pulled her on top of me. With her body so close and
her breasts pressing against me I started to get excited and for the
second time in an hour I began to get hard. I know she felt it and I
think both of our thoughts went back to the time she and I were in the
hotel. 
The next kiss was very passionate and I put my hands on her butt and
pulled her against my hard cock. She shuddered, and then she responded
by wrapping her arms around my neck and grinding her lips against
mine. I don't know how far we would have gone after that, but suddenly
we both heard someone say, "No, stop it!" 
It sounded like Marla. 
Her voice wasn't loud and she didn't sound frantic or frightened, if
anything, just a little annoyed. 
Monique immediately rolled off me, and we sat still, listening. 
There was a muffled voice that sounded like an apology; then things
got quiet. A minute later there was some more mumbling, then another
voice, this time it was clearly Jay's, and he said, "I'm going to turn
the lights back on. Get ready for the surprise."
He waited a few seconds before he turned them on, and I quickly looked
around. 
Meg and Lane were sitting together, but they didn't look like they
were touching or holding hands. Marla didn't seemed upset at all, she
sat there calmly watching Jay as he climbed out of the spa and went to
the ice chest, but her eyes had a glassy look, and her head was
bobbing slightly, like she was having trouble concentrating. 
Jay opened the ice chest and a cloud of moisture rolled out like
something had been stored in dry ice. He reached in and began handing
out big beautiful banana splits.
I hadn't noticed how dry my mouth was, and I guess others felt the
same, because everyone began to dig in. 
There were some full and happy people by the time we were finished. I
ate all of mine and I think Jay did too. Lane and Meg got into a
contest to see who could finish theirs, but Lane gave up with about a
half of a scoop of ice cream left. Meg was watching him, and when he
gave up, she did too. I started to tease her about it, but she gave me
a dirty look.  
Marla got through about half of hers, and then she looked over at
Monique. Monique took about three bites of ice cream and that was all.
Marla shook her head and she stopped too.
It was getting late and we were starting to 'prune up', so a few
minutes later we decided to call it a night.
It was getting cool outside, so after we toweled off we got into our
robes. It was funny how different the three girls looked. The robes
were slightly too big, and all wrapped up like they were, with their
hair slightly askew from the moisture in the spa, they looked nothing
like they did when dressed normally.
As the shortest of the three, and with her short hair and freckled
nose, Meg looked the cutest. Even though she's a lot older than the
other girls, she actually looked the youngest. 
Marla looked cute too, but more mature. I remembered for a minute how
she looked the night she was being bothered by those guys and I picked
her up on my motorcycle. She was Marie then, and a completely
different person then the Marla that was standing here now.
Monique was the least changed. It seemed that no matter how she was
dressed she always has a quiet, almost regal look about her. I
remember one of the kids in school saying that she could crawl out a
mud puddle and she would still be gorgeous.

Marla was helping Jay close up the gazebo, so the rest of us headed
back down to our rooms. When we got there I watched Meg gave Lane a
quick squeeze on the shoulder and go into her room. Lane watched her
until her door closed, then he waved at us and went toward one of the
rooms at the front of the floor. 
Monique and I were standing by her door and I asked, "Shall I come in
for a minute?"
She stared up at me, then she dropped her eyes and looked past me as
though she was thinking. Finally, with a tiny shake of her head she
said, "It's late Pete, and I have to take a quick shower to rinse off
the chemicals from the spa. I'll see you in the morning."
And suddenly she was gone.

When I got to my room I tried the door to the bathroom. It was locked
and I could hear the shower running, so I sat down and went over what
happened tonight in my mind. It had been fun, and being with Monique
was great. It made me think about what, if anything was ahead for us.
It had been a while since I had a steady girlfriend, and I wondered
what it would be like to be with her. 
Then I heard the shower stop and I thought about Meg. I also wondered
what she would be like. She's pretty, she has a great body and she's
smart, maybe too smart. But she's older than I am and she wants a
career. I decided that she was better off with someone like Lane. They
really did make a cute couple, and if her career didn't work out, I
could see them being married with a couple kids. 
But I still recalled how she looked and felt earlier tonight on the
dance floor. I was feeling a little tingle in my crotch, when the
bathroom door opened a crack, and Meg said, "It's all yours." 
So I went in and took a quick rinse.
I turned off the light, settled into bed and I was about to doze off
when I heard a quiet tap on my door. I wasn't sure what I heard, so I
waited a few seconds, and when it happened again I said, "Yes?"
The door opened and quickly closed as someone slipped into my room, so
I reached over and turned on the light...
 
 

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