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  “What do you recommend?” Doc inquired.

  “We’ve got beer that’s colder than your ex-wife’s heart,” the bartender boasted.

  “Damn, that would be a beer-sickle!” Doc exclaimed.

  “I want a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer-sickle,” Mako said.

  The barkeeper looked at Doc and said, “He’s from Georgia.”

  “I’m from Minnesota and I’ll have the same,” Doc responded.

  A tall, white haired gentleman approached the bar and introduced himself, “I’m Bruno Eberhardt. I must speak to you about your singing.”

  “What’s on your mind?” Doc queried.

  “I think you should sing some longer country ballads,” Bruno opined.

  “Why do you feel that way?” Doc asked.

  “So it will make the women emotional and I will have time to proposition them,” Bruno explained.

  “I will keep that in mind,” Doc promised.

  The two men shook hands and Bruno moved to a different part of the Tiki Bar. Mako looked at Doc and shrugged.

  “Is that fellow from Germany?” Doc asked.

  “He’s from Iowa. His name is really Kleinz,” Mako replied.

  “Where does the name Eberhardt come from?” Doc queried.

  “It’s a play on phonetics. Eberhardt is like ever hard,” Mako explained.

  “I didn’t look down,” Doc said.

  “I did,” Marilyn interjected.

  “Was it the eighth wonder of the world?” Doc asked slightly sarcastically.

  “It probably has its own zip code,” Marilyn opined.

  * * *

  Marilyn excused herself and made her way toward the ladies’ room beside the eight outdoor showers. She noticed a man and woman using colored ropes to bind women in a decorative manner.

  When she returned from her brief respite, she stopped to watch the gentleman engage is his unusual art form. It was quite an attraction to Marilyn.

  “Would you like to be bound?” the young woman asked.

  “It would be my first time for something like that, but I have to admit that it’s quite intriguing,” she replied.

  “I’ll see that you are next in line,” the young woman responded.

  When Marilyn stepped to the spot where the man was performing his skill, he took a few moments to decide what type of decorative bondage scheme he would employ. He opted for some rainbow-colored cotton rope and full standing immobility.

  “My name is Cameron and I see you’ve met April,” he said.

  “I’m Marilyn. That guy singing ‘The House Is Rockin’ is my husband, David” she explained.

  “I’ve decided that I’m going to do a nautical theme with you,” Cameron explained.

  “That sounds exciting,” Marilyn responded.

  “You have no idea,” April said with a large smile.

  Cameron took the rainbow-colored cotton ropes and began wrapping them around Marilyn’s legs, waist, and arms. He tied a knot in a length of rope that went from her back to her front, between her legs, and then affixed it firmly to her bound hands.

  “Can free yourself?” he asked.

  Marilyn struggled but couldn’t make any headway in gaining her freedom. She was tied in an upright, standing position and completely immobilized.

  “Why do you refer to this as a nautical theme?” Marilyn asked.

  Cameron grasped the portion of the rope that went from her front to her back and between her legs. He began moving the rope up and down. The knot hit just the right spot.

  “I say it’s nautical because the fish is pulling on the line making the bobber, meaning the knot, go up and down,” Cameron explained.

  “Your bobber is definitely getting attention,” Marilyn acknowledged.

  “Honey, do you like the theme?” April asked.

  “A few more minutes of fishing will be all that I can stand,” Marilyn said with a slight shortness of breath.

  Marilyn’s brief respite and her interaction with Cameron and April took longer than expected.

  When she returned to the Tiki Bar Doc said, “We thought you’d run off with another man.”

  “I got . . . I mean I was . . . er, tied up by a couple I met,” she said with a stammer.

  “Was it a pleasant experience meeting them?” Mako asked.

  “He was very knowledgeable about fishing and nautical knots,” she replied.

  “I’ve never known you to have any interest in fishing,” Doc said with a puzzled look.

  “I guess it’s all in the technique,” she replied.

  * * *

  The sun started going down and the temperature began to cool. Marilyn and Doc thanked Mako for the day’s outing and returned to their home to get ready for the costume party. The doors at nightclub opened at 8:00 pm but the word was that the party really started humming at 9:00 pm.

  Mako spent another hour at the clubhouse before leaving. He made his usual rounds delivering insight and humor. He just did what caused him to earn the nickname Mako.

  He was always on the move checking out the women. Many people referred to it as sharking. Thus, Mako Jenkins earned his nickname.

  This week’s themed party was a costume party. It encouraged members and guests to come dressed as their favorite character.

  By the time they arrived home, Marilyn decided to wear a costume called Greek Goddess. It consisted of a white dress with a plunging neckline, a gold crisscross with small cutouts on the bodice, and gold trim on the short sleeves.

  She added a gold coiled serpent armband and a gold serpent necklace. Her shoes were strappy gold flats with bands that wound past mid-calf.

  When she modeled the outfit for Doc it created some slight controversy. The dress was about six inches above the knee and the outfit was quite provocative as a whole.

  “What do you think?” Marilyn asked.

  “You’ve dressed for the holidays!” Doc exclaimed.

  “What holidays? What are you talking about?” She asked.

  “It must be the holidays. That short hemline is showing everyone that it’s close to Christmas,” Doc replied.

  “That may be, but if you keep talking, you’ll be getting a lump of coal tonight,” she replied.

  Doc grunted but didn’t utter a word. He knew that discretion truly was the better part of valor.

  “What is your costume tonight?” Marilyn asked changing the subject.

  “I’m going with a Christmas theme, too,” Doc responded.

  “You’re gonna pick that scab again?” Marilyn asked sternly.

  “Really, I’m wearing my Jesus clothes: robe, tunic, sandals, wig, and crown of thorns,” Doc explained.

  “No you’re not,” she said.

  “I’m not? Who am I going to be?” Doc asked.

  “You’re going to lose that wig and crown of thorns,” Marilyn instructed.

  “What will that do for me?” Doc inquired.

  “It’ll turn you into Caligula.” she replied.

  “When in Rome,” Doc said with a sigh.

  * * *

  Gilbert temporarily parked the six-passenger resort golf cart at front of the Caliente Clubhouse. Doc and Marilyn were greeted by two sculpted marble lions standing guard at the entrance.

  It wasn’t long before they heard from the resort’s mascot, a parrot named Pedro. When Marilyn turned sideways to exit the cart, it was quite a leggy exhibition. Pedro made a loud, shrill whistle that sounded like the traditional wolf call. Several patrons turned to get a view of Marilyn.

  “That bird’s got good taste,” Gilbert remarked.

  “Indeed,” Doc replied.

  Gilbert retrieved Doc’s wheelchair from the back of the golf cart. Doc made a quick transfer and started rolling toward the glass double front entrance doors.

  “I do,” Gilbert said with Doc giving him double thumbs up.

  “What’s he talking about?” Marilyn asked.

  “He saw the back of the wheelchair that says, ‘Everyone Loves A Quic
kie,’” Doc replied.

  They were met at the resort entrance by a gentleman who introduced himself as Dave McDonald. He was a younger, middle aged man with a pleasant smile and a happy demeanor.

  “Mako is having dinner with his wife in the diner,” Dave said pointing to their left.

  When Doc and Marilyn turned to see the restaurant, they quickly decided that Dave was using the word diner as a dysphemism. It was obviously more than a diner.

  Las Palmas had about 20 four-chair tables covered with white tablecloths, rolled black napkins, and sparkling silverware. The upper level of the restaurant had another dozen similarly set tables and a few semi-hidden booths.

  The restaurant was about 75% occupied with several well-dressed servers taking orders and delivering food and beverage.

  Mako and his lovely wife, Beverly, waived from an upper level table. Doc returned the wave and Marilyn blew a kiss.

  “This is an SBBC weekend,” Dave remarked.

  “What does that mean?” Marilyn asked.

  “That’s the acronym for Sexy Bare Bottoms Club. They’re a lifestyle social club that provides clothing optional travel opportunities and social gatherings for its members,” Dave explained.

  “What type of travel opportunities?” Doc inquired.

  “Nudist cruises, topless destinations, and a monthly lifestyle party or event,” Dave responded.

  “Do they live up to their name?” Doc asked with a hearty chuckle.

  “There’s a few with some hail damage but not many,” he opined.

  Before anyone could respond, Dave temporarily excused himself. It appeared that a tall, thin, attractive redhead had caught his attention.

  “Hail damage? What did he mean that a few had some hail damage?” Marilyn queried.

  “Cellulite, those dimples on some women’s asses,” Doc replied.

  “Well, I certainly don’t have hail damage,” Marilyn said with a slightly raised voice.

  “If a slight breeze catches that short dress, the crowd will know it, too, since you are without benefit of panties,” Doc remarked.

  “I’ll make sure they enjoy the Christmas scenery,” a somewhat irritated Marilyn responded.

  Dave returned and apologized for his brief hiatus. He happened to recognize, Diana, a lady he had dated years before.

  “Let me take you on a short tour while Chadwick, our food and beverage manager, has the staff ready your Club Fiesta table,” Dave offered.

  “I would love a tour,” Marilyn said.

  The couple walked past both the nightclub entrance and the piano bar area. Several ladies smiled and waved, and a few men smiled and nodded.

  “Are they your friends?” Doc inquired.

  “They are your fans from earlier today,” Dave suggested.

  “It was just karaoke,” Doc replied.

  “Indeed,” Marilyn remarked.

  The trio exited the double glass doors at the rear of the piano bar. They stepped onto a large balcony that wrapped around the entire rear of the clubhouse.

  To their left was the glass enclosed Calypso Cantina, the resort’s sports bar. On their right was Club Fiesta with its multi-colored lights and shiny mirrored ball flashing through the large glass windows.

  As they stepped forward, the balcony gave a view of the four lighted pools, the Tiki Bar, and the large sunbathing area. It was impressive as the many palm trees swayed in the very light tropical breeze.

  “Have you seen the upper pool and large hot tub?” Dave queried.

  We thought that four pools were enough. We weren’t aware of a fifth pool and second hot tub,” Marilyn remarked.

  “The lower pools are mostly for swimming, wading, volleyball, and an occasional quick dip for cooling down during sunbathing stints. The upper pool is a conversation pool,” Dave explained.

  “Is that where deep geo-political discussions are held?” Doc asked with a smile.

  “It’s where men give women ear-gasms,” Dave said.

  “What are ear-gasms?” Marilyn inquired.

  “During the day, women, in various stages of undress, give men eye-gasms. After dark, men engage in meaningful, poignant conversation with women and give them ear-gasms,” Dave theorized.

  “Maybe we can get in the conversation pool later and Doc can improve his technique, she remarked.

  “No doubt,” Doc responded with a noticeable sigh.

  4. Morning and Evening (Part II)

  Doc, Marilyn, and Dave McDonald stood on the balcony outside the nightclub and watched dozens of couples enjoy the warm water of the hot tub and the conversation pool. It was obvious that the upper deck was the place to be after sundown.

  Chadwick stepped to the outside door of the nightclub and said, “Dr. Michaels, your table is ready.

  “We’re on our way,” Doc replied.

  The trio made their way to the flashing colored lights, shiny mirrored ball, and past the patrons to their table. It was a round table with three chairs. Chadwick had wisely removed a fourth chair so Doc would have a place to park his wheelchair.

  Doc’s place was on the left side of the table. Marilyn seated herself on the right side. Dave McDonald chose the rear chair remarking that he always kept his back toward the wall.

  Shortly after being seated, Doc was approached by a middle-aged blonde wearing a black leather teddy decorated with two pair of handcuffs at the waist, black spike heel leather boots, and carrying a black whip. She sat squarely in Doc’s lap without saying a word.

  “Can I help you?” Doc asked politely.

  “I want to tie you up,” she replied with a German accent.

  “Why is that?” Doc inquired.

  “You have been a naughty boy and you need some discipline,” she said.

  “I think you have me confused with that gentleman at the bar, Bruno Everhardt. He’s been quite naughty,” Doc urged.

  “Then I will apply the appropriate measures,” she insisted.

  Doc was somewhat relieved as she walked toward the bar to confront Bruno. They spoke briefly and then left together.

  “What did she want, Doc?” Dave asked.

  “She said she wanted to tie me up because I had been naughty,” Doc explained.

  “Was she serious?” Marilyn asked.

  “When a woman comes at me with handcuffs and whips, I take it seriously,” Doc said without hesitation.

  “What did you say, Doc?” Dave asked.

  “I told her Bruno Everhardt had been very naughty. I guess she found him a more tempting target,” Doc said.

  “I know a lot of women that would find him tempting,” Marilyn remarked.

  “No doubt,” Doc said with slightly raised eyebrows.

  After about an hour, and after the music and noise level increased, Chadwick came to the table and explained, “We now have a padded booth about 20 feet from the dance floor. It seats four and you are welcome to move.”

  “Doc take the booth. It’ll be more comfortable. I’ve promised to meet Diana at the hot tub at 9:30 pm,” Dave said.

  Doc nodded and Chadwick moved the couple to the padded booth closer to the front door of Club Fiesta. The booth was very comfortable and afforded them the opportunity to converse with the dance music more in the background.

  A very muscular couple entered the front door of the nightclub. The lady noticed Doc’s wheelchair behind the booth and walked toward the booth.

  “My name is Dee Sanders. This is my husband Jack Sanders. I am a personal trainer,” she explained.

  “Both of you be seated. I’d like to speak with you about what I need,” Doc replied.

  “Would you mind if I dance a few dances with your beautiful wife while you two discuss business?” Jack inquired.

  “That’s fine with me. But you should ask her next,” Doc suggested.

  “Before words were exchanged, Marilyn left her seat at the booth and offered Jack her hand. He graciously helped her off the booth’s raised platform and escorted her through the club to the lar
ge circular dance floor.

  Dee seated herself beside Doc. She slid tightly beside him.

  “Steve Riley, the general manager, told me that you were interested in the lifestyle. Is that correct?” Dee asked.

  “I have some interest but it’s more at my wife’s insistence,” Doc replied.

  “That’s often the case,” Dee said.

  Thinking the discussion was only for a diet and exercise routine, Doc asked, “So how should we begin?”

  “You don’t waste any time,” Dee said.

  “A procrastinator is rarely successful,” Doc explained.

  Dee lifted her shirt to display her very trim, muscular chest. She had small breasts with large nipples.

  “Feel them,” she instructed.

  “I can’t feel them. Your husband is on the dance floor with my wife,” Doc protested.

  “He doesn’t mind, and your wife insists, according to Steve,” she replied.

  Thinking she wanted him to notice her toned, athletic body as a sales point, Doc reached and fondled her right breast and nipple.

  “Do they look good and feel good for a 42-year-old?” Dee asked.

  “They are perfect for a 21-year-old,” Doc said as he fondled the personal trainer’s other breast.

  Dee had closed her eyes to enjoy the experience. Moments before Doc had finished his assignment, a salt and pepper haired middle-aged gentleman appeared beside the booth and stood next to Dee.

  “What’s going on?” the gentleman asked.

  Dee opened he eyes and displayed a look resembling fearful excitement. She recognized the man as her next-door neighbor. He was aware that she was a free-lance personal trainer but was unaware of her other activities at Caliente.

  “I’m a doctor. I’m giving Dee a free breast exam,” Doc quickly replied.

  “That’s my next-door neighbor, Mr. Rogers,” she squeaked.

  “And it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood,” Mr. Rogers replied.

  Doc encouraged Mr. Rogers to join them but he opted to see if he could find someone to ask to dance. Both Dee and Doc started to breathe easier.

  Marilyn and Jack returned to the booth after dancing to four or five songs. Jack looked very pleased and Marilyn looked a bit disconcerted.

  “Did things get handled?” Jack asked.