Chapter Seven
Table Service
Francesca led me up a set of stairs to the “Honeymoon Suite”, a part of the cabin that opened up for couples wanting a lot of space to romp around in or could be closed off for more intimate settings. Right now every single and double door was opened wide so that the suite took up almost the entire second floor. Women happily busied themselves leaping in and out of the showers, fixing their hair, trimming and polishing nails, applying makeup, adorning themselves with jewelry, and just about anything else a lady might do to prepare herself for a hot date.
Like the others running in and out of the showers, Francesca undressed too. Despite her age Francesca’s body resembled someone more in their late twenties than forties. Her waist was slim, stomach flat, and h
