Zack had decided not to eat dinner at the resort. He'd ended up at a friendly Mexican restaurant called South of the Border-which the bartender told him locals referred to as SOB. The food was unexpectedly good, and, by eating at the bar, he was able to soak up a lot about the area. The chatty bartender apparently loved to gossip, and Zack was more than eager to listen to everything he had to say. Everything he learned helped him flesh out the picture of Bailey as she was today. Where she worked, where she played, ate, hung out.
Last night had been incredible. Better than he remembered. Maybe because they were older, took their time with things. He hadn't forgotten the way to touch her to arouse her, the special places that set her on fire. And when she took him into her body, her s*x hot
