It was almost eleven-thirty when Jack finally crawled out of bed. Cynthia was not to be found but there was a note on the table. "Have gone to the store to get just a couple of items, so we do not have to go out today. We can just read and watch the ocean, that is what we came for, wasn't it?" Affectionately yours."
"Affectionately yours?" Jack was reasonably sure he had never had as much sex in two days as he had just experienced. Certainly there would be something better than "affectionately yours." As he thought about it, maybe that was the safest thing to say. He made the bed and straightened up the room that did not need to be straightened up. After his shower he got dressed. Cords, shirt, V-necked sweater and some casual shoes. He was pretty sure he was not going out in the stormy weather. Already he was thinking about sex and Cynthia. 'Is she insatiable, or am I?,' he thought.
His phone rang and it was Cynthia. She had returned and wanted to see if he was up which meant if he wasn't she was going to get him up. She had some things to bring up and he said he would be down to help her. He went downstairs and Phyllis was working at the front desk. "Good Morning, or is it afternoon?" he said.
Phyllis looked at him and replied, "It's whatever you want it to be, you're on vacation."
Jack looked at her on his way out thinking she was indeed a very attractive woman. "Okay, I am opting for the afternoon." With that he met Cynthia and loaded up the three sacks she had which seemed mainly to be cheeses and crackers and soda. Before they went into the lobby Cynthia stopped and gave Jack a kiss and said, "Were you serious about me being in charge while we are here?"
"Sure, you've done great thus far."
She gave him another kiss. "So it's okay that I fulfill a lifelong fantasy? You trust me, right?"
Jack was not sure what to say so he said, "Absolutely whatever you want. But I do not swing from the chandelier."
"That was my first choice, but there are no chandeliers in the room. Okay, I'll be up in just a bit."
Jack left and took the groceries upstairs. Twenty minutes later Cynthia can back to the room. She had a big grin on her face. "All right, you get to plan the afternoon, but it cannot have anything to do with sex."
"Great, that is all I have been thinking about and now that is off the table. Here it is, we will read, look at the ocean, take a sexless nap if we want and I get to stare at you all I want."
"All right, perfect. Just go easy on staring. What part of me do you like to stare at the most, anyway?"
"Your eyes."
"Dang, I was hoping was my mind. Well close, I suppose."
