#elmolincoln
While I was pretty darned conservative on my trip out west (a girl has to be very careful in this dangerous world with all sorts of creeps and sketchy people out there) I did push it just a teeny bit. Now I don’t remember which hotel it was. Tulsa? Little Rock? Memphis? They all tend to blend in once my head hits my own pillow again. I had been in the “Fitness Room” on the treadmill valiantly trying to Facetime friend to pass the time but failing miserably due to almost non-existent wifi. I had gotten pretty moist from the exertion since I didn’t have friend to provide inspiration in that direction. I decided to (against hotel policy) jump in the jacuzzi/hot tub/spa after it closed, to cool off and relax. The lights were off in there (it was an indoor pool.) Just a glow from the corridor lighting through the windows into the pool area. I had on my omnipresent t-shirt (and a bra naturally in public!) and sweatshorts. Scoping the general vicinity, I saw nobody lurking around so off came the shirt and bra and I sat in the spa and relaxed. I have been caught doing this in the past. A few years ago, I was in a similar spa, I do not remember where, and a night watchman/rover/security guy came through and caught me in flagrante dilecto. And he was just mere feet from me so he got whatever eye full he may have wanted should that have appealed to him. I didn’t much care. I didn’t bother trying to be modest and cover myself. He had to be safe to be a security guy (one would hope.) He told me I really should go. So I climbed out, dripping (and of course topless) and put my shirt on (why bother with the bra when it is coming off in the room in mere seconds) while he watched and made sure I exited the pool room safely and expeditiously. Nobody came along this time. So I had a very nice restful and relaxing time with my thoughts and I was careful that at the peak of those thoughts, to not splash too much or make any vocalizations which in that echo chamber would have alerted the authorities.
Back to the room. A little more of the same. But without any splashing.
Just the lady in the room next door (Pay no attention to any sounds.)
Elmo Lincoln
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