"Where? The back row? We don't need the stone to go there," Jon said.
"No, Jon. What's the most romantic place you can think of?" Karyn hinted.
"Uh, that's a tough one. The most romantic... Not behind the football bleachers, huh?"
"No, Jon. How about the Seven Seas Hotel?"
"Isn't that the place where they decorate each room to look like a private beach hut at some fantastic location around the world? But you have to be twenty-one, right?" Jon asked.
"My second choice was Moe's Dim Bulb Diner overlooking the tractor-pull field," Karyn admitted.
"What!" Jon exclaimed.
"Thinking, of-a Moe's, Dim-a, Bulb-a, Diner, I was," Karyn repeated haltingly. "Does that do it for you, Jon? Oh, right, for Jon do it that does? Tractors like you do?"
"You're making this hard, Yoda. I mean Yolanda. I mean Karyn. I mean, are you sure the back row wouldn't be OK?"
"I'm the one who's hard, Jon, and it's making a tent out of this fitted little silk dress. It's a good thing its dark in here, and that we're sitting down. All right. I wish we had a room at the Seven Seas Hotel, and that we're already checked in, and that we're in the room this moment."
Instantly, rather than sitting together in the movie theater, the two friends were sitting together on the edge of a king-size bed. The room was very large and very dark, lit only by tiny lights set like stars in the curved black ceiling. The canopy, headboard dresser, couch, and other furniture were all done in bamboo. The sandy floor sloped gradually into a gently lit and already bubbling wall-to-wall hot tub. Murals on the walls simulated the ocean before them and a long secluded beach on either side. A warm breeze blew gently on their faces.
"That these clothes gone were I wish," Karyn stated softly, then Jon stood up and asked, "Do I look OK?"
"I dunno. Give me a slow spin," Karyn suggested and then, when Jon hesitated a moment, "Oh, a slow spin for me give."
"You don't have to talk that way," Jon told her. "Gosh, you look great. Even that cock, I know it would turn off a lot of guys, but I'm getting wet just looking at it. You wanna check out the sheets?"
"Gimme a slow spin, Jon, a slow spin," Karyn suggested again, meanwhile stretching her back and loosening her shoulders. Then, with Jon in mid-spin, the phone rang.
