Chapter 6
Another hot morning on the arid desert. The hawks and buzzards rode the upthrusting air currents, soaring on the hot air, looking for prey. The day promised to be a scorcher and all the guests at Donnymead Spa headed for the pool and swam or sat under beach umbrellas, sipping cooling drinks.
Harry Morgan, clad in white, lean and muscular and deeply tan, moved among the guests, making small-talk and seeing that everything was all right. It promised to be such a hot day that most of his massage appointments cancelled out. No one in their right mind would seek the heat of the steam room when the day itself was overpoweringly hot; hot enough to melt the hinges on the gate to hell.
Harry was happy. Business was good with the Spa filled to capacity. And ... there was a new young couple ... the girl was very attractive and really built. Mae liked the cut of the young husband. They had come very highly recommended. Harry counted on his fingers.
There would be six people tonight. Six in the steam room and he had promised Mae he would use her new vibrator on her. That should be some sight to see ... Mae Morgan writhing in ecstasy over her new vibrator.
Almost as if by command, Mae appeared. She walked along the pool with her flaming red hair and all the men turned their heads, watching her fluid walk as she sashayed along in a tiny revealing bikini. Her big breasts bounced invitingly and her hips twitched along, her buttocks rising and falling in a quick, saucy way.
"Look what I have," she called out, waving an opened letter in her hand.
"What?"
"A letter from Mona Weathers."
Harry was immediately interested. "Really? What's she have to say?"
Mae grinned at him a moment before answering. "She's writing to make a reservation for her and Al. They're coming back. They want to spend their vacation this year at Donnymead."
"I told you they would."
"You're so right. As always."
Harry rubbed his hands together. "Good, I'll plan something special."
"You won't have to, tiger."
"Why?
"They're bringing it with them. Another couple. Mona says the girl is worse than she was and needs some very special handling."
Harry threw back his head and laughed. "That Mona! Listen, you write her confirming her reservations and tell her that at Donnymead, everyone gets the special treatment. But, for an old friend, I'll go the extra pains."