4 ASMARAWhen he awoke the next morning, Asmara was gazing into his eyes from a few inches away. She put a hand to his crotch, held him tight and whispered, “Good morning darling,” before slipping her leg across his body.
Twenty minutes later they were in the shower together.
“Would you do me the honour of coming down to breakfast with me?” he asked her.
“It would be my pleasure,” she replied, “you make me hungry.”
Asmara had a change of clothes in her bag, and so did Young, but it was his last.
After breakfast he invited her to go for a swim in the hotel pool, but first they had to get her a costume from the hotel gift shop.
Petite ladies’ swimming costumes were one of their best-selling lines.
Around the pool, Young gave her a version of his story which included the fact that he ha
