hotel. He told Emerson he would take him to dinner next time he was in Las Cruces—tonight he was going to bed early. He would have to be up early in the morning to fly back to OKC. He also let Emerson know that he’d made arrangements to have the hotel staff take him to the airstrip in the morning. Pat and Emerson both knew that the dinner wouldn’t happen next time—they were both too involved in their own thoughts to notice that neither of them cared.
Pat found Sally resting in their suite. The setting was lovely and the mood prompted some spontaneous love making. Sex in the middle of the day with the most beautiful woman in the world had Pat smiling so large as to possibly risk injury. He ordered some appetizers from room service and they spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.
Sally and Pat had another great dinner, this time at the hotel restaurant. The hotel staff was extremely attentive and made them feel like royalty. After dinner they went for a leisurely walk around the plaza, music all around them. They decided not to go dancing tonight. Pat appreciated Sally’s subtle understanding that he was no spring chicken. She said she just wanted to buy some souvenirs from the shops on the Plaza and go back to the hotel to rest. She bought—or Pat bought for her—a variety of trinkets that all seemed to please her. She even got a couple of things for Pat’s wife and son. Sally was a strange contradiction, and Pat found himself always just a little bit confused around her.
As they walked around the Plaza, a mariachi band began to play in the gazebo. The music was enticing, and before long a crowd had gathered. Sally was beaming, and soon she began to dance. Pat stood back and watched—as did several other people. Sally dancing was a joy to all manhood. She laughed as she twirled and Pat thought he’d better step in before she caused a riot—but she grabbed his hand and he danced with her. Soon much of the crowd was dancing to the beautiful, exotic mariachi music.
Pat and Sally danced until her sudden, contagious laugh had them both laughing and dancing and hugging and kissing—he had never felt so alive.
They returned to the hotel and sat on the patio to enjoy the flower-scented night air and have a nightcap.
“Sally, what are your dreams?”
“My dreams? Sounds like a very serious conversation.”
“I’d like to know.” Pat thought this could be some dangerous ground, but he really did want to know. Plus he was feeling pretty mellow.
“When I was little I wanted to get married and have children. I wanted a great big wedding with hundreds of people there—it would have been beautiful.” Sally giggled a little. “Then I got older and marriage didn’t seem all that good. There were plenty of women around our neighborhood who were married and had kids and they seemed to be miserable. I began to think that maybe I wanted something else.”
Pat cautiously interjected, “Yeah, not real sure marriage and kids is all that great for most women.”
“Most of the women I saw looked all washed out—like they hadn’t smiled in months. They worked hard all of the time and mostly just got yelled at. That wasn’t for me. Now you can’t laugh—okay?”
“Sure, okay.”
“I decided I wanted to be a famous business woman. I know it sounds stupid—so few women are in business. I should want to be a movie star or something. But I don’t. I want to move to New York City and live in a tall building and run a major business—maybe something like John A. Browns. Crazy sounding isn’t it?”
“It’s not crazy. I’m just surprised. I would have guessed movie star—you sure are gorgeous enough. Never would have thought about business.”
“I know. Women are stupid—but Pat, I’m not stupid. In school I knew I was smarter than every boy in my class. Now I want to do something that requires me to think, not just be pretty. Hey, maybe I could be your partner?” She began to laugh.
Pat sure hoped
Pat found Sally resting in their suite. The setting was lovely and the mood prompted some spontaneous love making. Sex in the middle of the day with the most beautiful woman in the world had Pat smiling so large as to possibly risk injury. He ordered some appetizers from room service and they spent the rest of the afternoon in bed.
Sally and Pat had another great dinner, this time at the hotel restaurant. The hotel staff was extremely attentive and made them feel like royalty. After dinner they went for a leisurely walk around the plaza, music all around them. They decided not to go dancing tonight. Pat appreciated Sally’s subtle understanding that he was no spring chicken. She said she just wanted to buy some souvenirs from the shops on the Plaza and go back to the hotel to rest. She bought—or Pat bought for her—a variety of trinkets that all seemed to please her. She even got a couple of things for Pat’s wife and son. Sally was a strange contradiction, and Pat found himself always just a little bit confused around her.
As they walked around the Plaza, a mariachi band began to play in the gazebo. The music was enticing, and before long a crowd had gathered. Sally was beaming, and soon she began to dance. Pat stood back and watched—as did several other people. Sally dancing was a joy to all manhood. She laughed as she twirled and Pat thought he’d better step in before she caused a riot—but she grabbed his hand and he danced with her. Soon much of the crowd was dancing to the beautiful, exotic mariachi music.
Pat and Sally danced until her sudden, contagious laugh had them both laughing and dancing and hugging and kissing—he had never felt so alive.
They returned to the hotel and sat on the patio to enjoy the flower-scented night air and have a nightcap.
“Sally, what are your dreams?”
“My dreams? Sounds like a very serious conversation.”
“I’d like to know.” Pat thought this could be some dangerous ground, but he really did want to know. Plus he was feeling pretty mellow.
“When I was little I wanted to get married and have children. I wanted a great big wedding with hundreds of people there—it would have been beautiful.” Sally giggled a little. “Then I got older and marriage didn’t seem all that good. There were plenty of women around our neighborhood who were married and had kids and they seemed to be miserable. I began to think that maybe I wanted something else.”
Pat cautiously interjected, “Yeah, not real sure marriage and kids is all that great for most women.”
“Most of the women I saw looked all washed out—like they hadn’t smiled in months. They worked hard all of the time and mostly just got yelled at. That wasn’t for me. Now you can’t laugh—okay?”
“Sure, okay.”
“I decided I wanted to be a famous business woman. I know it sounds stupid—so few women are in business. I should want to be a movie star or something. But I don’t. I want to move to New York City and live in a tall building and run a major business—maybe something like John A. Browns. Crazy sounding isn’t it?”
“It’s not crazy. I’m just surprised. I would have guessed movie star—you sure are gorgeous enough. Never would have thought about business.”
“I know. Women are stupid—but Pat, I’m not stupid. In school I knew I was smarter than every boy in my class. Now I want to do something that requires me to think, not just be pretty. Hey, maybe I could be your partner?” She began to laugh.
Pat sure hoped
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