Hotel Lass
While my wife, Kay, was off on a shopping excursion with some women she'd met, I decided to spend the afternoon at the hotel pool. It had one of those swim-up bars with submerged stools along the edge of the pool, which was fine with me. Nothing like laying around on a hot, sunny afternoon, drinking ice-cold beer, and watching women in swimsuits. A good-looking woman was on the adjacent seat, and after a while I fell into conversation with her. A while later, since we were hitting it off, I...