Their flight was on time, thankfully. Sara and Daniel settled in for a four and a half hour trip from Rome to Tel Aviv, and both decided to get some sleep. Frankly, they needed it. Fly First Class has its definite advantages, including plenty of leg room and complimentary champagne. They both fell asleep easily.
The El Al flight landed at 8:15, a little early, and they awoke feeling refreshed. By the time they got through luggage, customs and picked up their car, it was after 9, and they got to their hotel right on the beach a little before 9:30. So even though they got to the room around 10, they were not at all tired.
Sara said "So, what do you want to do? Should we go to a restaurant? Room service? I'm starved, baby. We can still have some fun later." She touched her father's thigh and gave him one of her very sexy smiles.
"Lets go to a restaurant. Something light; it's relatively late, and besides, we don't want to stuff ourselves, do we. We certainly want to be a little 'hungry' when we get back here." Tel Aviv has a very busy night life, with bars and restaurants open until 2AM, or sometimes even later. It's also a very casual, laid back environment. He had tan slacks and boat shoes, no socks, along with a blue Polo shirt. Sara had on a red floral sun dress with thin shoulder straps and wedge tan sandals.
"Sounds good to me. Let's go, or I'm going to eat you for dinner! And I don't mean the way you'd enjoy!"
They found a small place that served all different kinds of hummas and salads. Despite the hour, the place was humming, and they had to wait 20 minutes for a small table. They ordered a mixture of 3 different kinds of hummas along with fresh hot pitas and salad, and a couple of beers. It was a relatively light meal, perfect for the hour. Unfortunately, the service from the waitress was terrible, typical of Israel. The service part of their economy was just awful. Daniel had to get up to pick up their plates. He was gone for 2 minutes, and when he got back, there was a young man, about 25, sitting in his seat, obviously trying to pick up Sara, even though she was clearly letting him know she was not in the least bit interested.
"Come on, girl, let me take you out for a good time. We go dancing!" he said in heavily accented English.
Before Daniel could say anything, Sara spoke. "No thanks, I'm busy. You can leave."
Daniel was standing next to the table, putting the dishes down. The young Israeli man said "Thanks, waiter. You can leave us" deliberately being dismissive of Sara's father. He didn't know they were father and daughter; however, he could tell they were together.
Daniel was getting furious, something he rarely did. Again, Sara spoke up to diffuse the situation. "Look, whoever you are, you're in the way. I tried to be nice. Now I'm telling you to get lost. You're interrupting our evening."
"You're with this old man? I can fuck you better than him any time!"
Daniel was about to toss him to the floor. Again, Sara spoke, this time in Hebrew, something Daniel didn't understand. When she was done, the Israeli was turning shades of red and got up, said something in a low voice in Hebrew, and stormed out in a rage.
Daniel sat, admiring his daughter. "I guess your Hebrew is better than you thought. He certainly understood you, which is more than I can say. What did you say to him?"
With the sweetest, most innocent smile she had, Sara said "I told him that you're 10 times the man he'll ever be and he should go home and let mommy tuck him in. Then he called me a dyke." She was laughing hard, and Daniel joined her.
"Your mother would have been so proud! She always said Israeli men can be the most rude, thinking they're gods gift to women. Not all of them, but some. He was incredibly obnoxious. I was tempted to give him a kick in the ass. You handled it so much better, though. My beautiful, brilliant love!"
Sara was beaming that brilliant smile, perfect white teeth against her bronze-brown face. "The day won't come when I can't handle someone like him, baby. Now, what are we going to do with the rest of our night?"
"I have an idea. But it means going back to the room. What do you think, honey?"
"I think you'd better take me there, or I'm going to go find that asshole and give him the fuck of his life! You or him, daddy. Someone's going to fuck me!"
They hurried back to their hotel as fast as possible.
They had an 8th floor room overlooking the water. There was a 3/4 moon, shining brightly on the sea. It was a perfect romantic atmosphere.
They left the lights off and the curtain to the balcony was wide open, so the moonlight filled the bedroom.