Date: Sun, 04 Aug 2019 23:08:08 +0000
From: biguy4fun4u <biguy4fun4u@protonmail.com>
Subject: Family Road Trip-4

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Chapter 4, there is no real sex in this chapter, it just sets up and
foreshadows following chapters, so if you are looking for fast action this
chapter isn't for you. I promise the next few chapters will have plenty of
action! Enjoy!

Mike, one of my college fuck friends had Kim over his knees while sitting
on my couch.  He roughly spread Kim's ass cheeks revealing an impossibly
pink opening that was both gaping wide and rimmed with pale cum as she was
bent over his knee.  He looked at me, licking his lips and asked if he
could clean her up.  I barely nodded, I was focused on Ms. Oliver, my
third-grade teacher on her knees in front of me, wearing a skirt and white
blouse that was unbuttoned already, trying to get both my balls into her
mouth at the same time.  I reached down to try and grab her tits.  They
seemed so big back then, I wondered if they still were.  She pulled back,
spitting my nuts out of her mouth, and said, "Dad, wake up.  Wake up dad!"

       I felt my self start and looked around, confused.  The room was
still dark, and it took a second to remember where I was.  Ben was standing
next to the bed, still naked, but illuminated by the light from the living
room, he had obviously been up for a little while and was touching my
shoulder to wake me up.

       "Come on, let's go work out!" he almost whined.  Kim was still
snuggled up next to me, with one leg now thrown over my hips, but her
brother's pleas didn't even cause her to stir.  I felt my erection pinned
under Kim's soft thigh and groaned.
       "Com one dad, I feel great, I wann go do something!" Ben whined
again.

       "Buddy, can we sleep in just a little bit, what time is it anyway?"
I squinted and looked around trying to see if there was a clock on the
nightstand while trying to not move enough to wake Kim up.

       "It's almost 6.  The gym is going to get too crowded soon!" he
complained, obviously not caring that my head hurt or that very few people
go the hotel gym that earl, if at all in Vegas.  He also did not seem at
all curious about his half naked sister sleeping next to me.  When I looked
down, I could see that her leg was bare as far up as I could see, although
I felt some material against my thigh where her panties must have been
touching me.  And she was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut
so aggressively that her boob was totally bare as it rested on my chest.  I
realized that Ben must really not be attracted to women at all, even if he
didn't have sexual thoughts about his sister, the sight of a mostly nude
teenage girl would cause most 12-year-old boys to at least ogle, if only
out of curiosity.  But he was focused totally on getting me out of bed to
take him to the gym.

       With another groan I gently rolled out from under Kim's leg and away
from her pale boob, she snorted in her sleep and rolled into the spot I had
just left as I raised the covers back up to cover her.  Ben smiled brightly
when he saw my rock hard dick pointing straight up as I struggled off the
side of the bed and reached out to grab it, seeming to not care that his
sister was 3 feet away.  I gently pushed his hand away, "Not right now,
buddy, I need to go pee and then we can go to the gym, get dressed," I
directed, too tired to want to even move, let alone go to a gym.

       By bending at the waste I managed to point my cock downward and get
most of my piss into the toilet bowl and by the time I had brushed my
teeth, my boner was mostly just a semi.  Ben was in shorts and a t-shirt
and watched me slip into the same.  I went into the bedroom of Kim's suite
and found her cell phone charging on the nightstand.  I pulled the sheets
back and kissed her on the forehead, she squished her face and rolled over,
I don't think she even woke up.  Then I looked at Ben and smiled as we were
walking out.  "You know nobody else is going to be up this early working
out, right?  This is Vegas, people come here to do the opposite of working
out," I teased as we walked down the hall to the hotel gym.

       When we walked into the gym, I was surprised that there were even
two people there already.  Ben headed right over to one of the treadmills
and took one next to a tall guy who was running at a brisk pace, although
he didn't look sweaty, so I assumed he had just gotten there.  I looked
around and decided I needed to warm up before trying to do any weights, so
stepped onto one of the two stairstep machines.  The other guy who had
beaten us into the gym was walking around, frowning at each piece of
equipment he inspected.  He was on the short side, maybe 5ft7, build like a
fire hydrant, short and squat with a barrel chest and a sizeable belly.
But his arms and legs looked muscular and the thing that really captured my
attention was the absolute pelt of hair displayed from his shorts down his
legs, and from his wrists up to the sleeves of his t-shirt, he also had a
scruffy, short, but full beard.  His furry body contrasted sharply with his
almost bald head.  Finally, after looking at all the weight machines he
sidled up to the stair stepper next to me and gave me a wry smile as I was
beginning a pre-programmed circuit.

       "God, when all you want to do is go back to sleep., or maybe have a
Bloody Mary, none of these things look fun," he grumbled as he stepped onto
the machine next to me and began to slowly climb to nowhere.

       "Tell me about it!" I chuckled and smiled at him in greeting.

       He reached over and offered a hand which I shook shakily while
trying to maintain my balance on the machine.

       "I'm Jason, that's my husband, Brad," he said, nodding to the tall
skinny guy running easily next to Ben.

       "I'm Darren, and that's my son, Ben," I replied.

       Jason looked at Ben, and I could see he took a special interest in
Ben's little ass bouncing up and down as he ran, "You've got a cute kid,"
he said, in a way that wasn't overly creepy or sexual, but didn't seem
entirely innocent either.

       I looked at Brad's long, lean and toned legs and smiled, "So do
you," I replied, grinning at Jason.

       Jason smiled broadly, "Yeah, I guess I'll keep him.  We're from
Ohio, we come out here once a year to sort of go wild.  We love our little
town, but we can't be as fabulous as we'd like sometimes, you know?" he
asked, looking at me.

       I grinned reassuringly at him, "Yeah, I totally get it.  I'm here
with Ben and his sister Kim, we've gone through some family stuff this
year, so we came down from Salt Lake to have a little break with maximum
fun and minimum rules.  The kids both needed it, and so did I," I said
chuckling.

       Jason put on a fake effeminate lisp, "Oh, maximum fun and minimum
rules is our thing, darling!  We like to come during Spring break because
we both like to meet the young boys home from college," he looked at Ben
very directly, "Or home from whatever grade they're in," he lisped.

       In spite of myself I laughed, he was being creepy in a way I can
only describe as funny and fun.  It didn't seem like he would be the kind
of guy who was really creepy in a threating way, but he was good at acting
like one in a hilarious fashion.

       "Yeah, I get that, the youngsters can be fun," I said looking
directly at Ben for long enough that I knew Jason would notice.  And he
did.  He looked at me, appraisingly.

       "Not that Brad and I don't appreciate making all kinds of new
friends, even if they haven't been in school for a while", he said.  And he
winked at me.

       I grinned back at him, "Good to know, and I feel the same way," I
replied.  I nodded to Ben, who I noticed was now talking with Brad, "I
don't know about Ben, he doesn't have a lot of.....special friends yet," I
felt myself blushing.  Even though I hadn't said anything incriminating, in
the context of our flirting I had just told Jason a lot.

       Jason stopped climbing for a second and stared at me, with his mouth
hanging open, then he grinned, "Oh, I see, honey, maybe just one special
friend?  Who is very close to him?" he lisped.

       I grinned back, "Yeah, something like that," I said through a laugh.

       Jason resumed his slow climbing; I couldn't help but notice his
calves, which bulged with muscles, looked like they could climb all day.
Finally, he looked over, "Well, maybe Brad and I could introduce him to the
idea of new friends?"  He didn't lisp and the question was straight
forward, but not weird, in the context of how we had been talking.

       I took a moment to consider, then said, "I wouldn't have a problem
with that, as long as he didn't.  And I mean that part of it," hoping the
seriousness I felt came through.

       To his credit, Jason actually looked hurt and he shook his head
passionately, "Oh, my God, for sure!  Brad and I play some kinky games, but
only with people who want to.  We like to explore limits but never, ever do
anything everybody doesn't want to and we both stop as soon as one of us,
or one of our friends, doesn't want to keep going," he said, before
reaching over and patting my shoulder reassuringly.  "Maybe dad needs to
see bow we play before he really trusts us?" he asked, hopefully.

       There was just something about his voice and face that I couldn't
help reacting to, he just made me laugh, "Oh, I trust you, and that sounds
fun.  Let's just see how things go, you might not be as interested after
you meet the brat for real.  Although, your husband seems to be hitting it
off with him," I nodded towards Brad who must have been telling a story as
he was waving his arms animatedly back and forth as he kept up an amazing
pace on the treadmill.  I could see that Ben was laughing but he seemed to
be able to keep up his pace too.

       Jason feigned shock, "Oh, I'm so sorry, my husband can be a slut!
We're not rigid in our roles, but I tend to top him more and he adores
somebody pretty who can top.  Especially when I am there to watch," he
admitted.

       I didn't say anything but realized this was the first time our
conversation couldn't have been mistaken for innuendo and banter, Jason had
just explicitly talked about my son being fucked by his husband while he
watched.  It was a shocking thought, but I had such a good feeling about
Jason that it didn't worry me.  Ben was on his own journey and given what
had happened between us I could not judge, I could only do my best to make
sure he was safe, and I felt like at least Jason, and probably by
association, Brad, were fundamentally safe.

       I weighed my words carefully, "Well, it's supposed to be a vacation,
so if that was something Ben was into and wanted, I guess it would be
okay," I had to make sure to speak up, what I was saying seemed so crazy,
even now after everything Ben and I had done that I instinctively tried to
lower my voice.

       Jason and I climbed and sweated in silence, both of us probably
appreciating Ben and Brad's asses as they ran in front of us.  When he next
spoke it was just small talk, about where they liked to go in Vegas, what
they liked to do on their annual pilgrimage.  I shared some of the things I
liked from when I was a local, and we discovered we both enjoyed some of
the same hikes.  After a solid 30 minutes of climbing the revolving
staircase Jason sighed, "I've about had it, especially since Brad wants to
do a real hike this morning.  I might go do some weights, unless you wanted
to take a steam with me?" he asked, looking at me to gauge my interest.

       I looked over at him, still climbing myself.  "I would love to, but
I think I'll maybe lift some weights, I need to get this one to breakfast,
plus my daughter had maybe too good of a time last night and might be in a
mood until she recovers", I gasped, finally hitting he slowdown button on
the machine.

       "Oh, Lordy, your daughter too?  You ARE a bad daddy!" Jason lapsed
at me, playfully slapping my shoulder.

       I glanced at Ben and Brad still pounding away at a furious pace on
their treadmills, and still talking to each other.

       "Wha-, no, not her too, not ye-, I mean, no.  But I am a bad daddy,
but I can be a bad cub, or just about bad in any way you can imagine.  I'd
love to get sweaty with you, or you and Brad later," I offered.

       Jason looked at me, "Or me, and Brad, and Ben?" he asked, arching an
eyebrow.

       I stepped off the stair climber and grabbed my towel, wiping off my
sweating face, "Could be, I guess.  If everybody was into more of a
workout," I winked at him.

       To my surprise, before Jason and I could even make our way over to
the free weight area of the gym, both Ben and Brad shut down their
treadmills at the same time.  On visibly shaky legs Ben walked over to me,
"Hey, dad, this is Brad," he said, before Brad had even gotten to me.  I
smiled up at Brad, I don't have to physically look up to many people, but
he must have been close to 6 ft 6 inches tall and skinny.  His arms and
legs looked pretty smooth and he had a mop of sandy brown hair; he was the
opposite of Jason in just about every way, at least physically.  I shook
his hand, "Your husband made a tough workout pretty fun for me, Brad, I'm
Darren, by the way" I said, smiling.

       He grinned at me, "Yeah, he has a way of making hard things seem
easy, or at least doable," he said.  I wondered if both of them always just
talked in double entendres, or if he had sense through his conversations
with Ben that I would appreciate the humor.
       "Ben, this is Jason, Brad's husband," I said, by way of
introduction.  Ben said hello and shyly shook Jason's hand.  Jason had such
a different body type than Brad, and such an in-your-face physical presence
with his strong shoulders, and big belly, I could see Ben trying to work
out how the two of them could be married.

       Ben looked at me excitedly, "Brad said I could go with them hiking
later.  Can I, dad?" he asked, smiling ear to ear.

       I glanced form Brad, to Jason, and then looked at Ben, "Hey, buddy,
it was super nice of Brad to ask, but they're on their vacation, they
probably want to spend some time together, just the two of them," I
replied.  Ben looked crestfallen until Brad spoke up.

       "No, really, he's welcome to join us, we were going to go out to
Redocks," he said, warmly.  I didn't pick up any sexual desire when he
spoke, I think he was just offering to take a kid who was interested out
hiking, like the nice guy he was.

       "Oh, yes, he is TOTALLY welcome to come with us," Jason offered.
I'm not sure what he said, or how he said it, but I caught a look that Brad
gave him, and the raised eyebrows that went along with it.  He might as
well just have blurted out, "Really?", obviously picking up on Jason's
sexual interest in Ben.

       I was in the uncomfortable position of having got make sure Ben was
safe from things he didn't even know he needed to be careful of.  "Umm,
that is great of you guys, but I really don't want to impose," I said,
feeling lame.

       As both Brad and Jason started to protest my decision, Ben looked up
at me, "But you said I needed to start making my own friends, dad," he
said, evenly.

       I flashed back to the night, only two days ago, when I told him that
as we watched two strangers have sex with his sister.  I was surprised that
he seemed to at least guess where spending time with these two could lead.
I wasn't too surprised that he was curious though.

       I swallowed my objections, "Well, okay, if you're all sure.  Okay,"
I said, resigned to the path he had chosen and that I helped him onto.

       Looking at Brad and Jason, "Where and when do you guys want to pick
him up?"

       We agreed to meet at the main doors of the hotel in 2 hours.  When
we said goodbye Ben hugged Brad, very naturally, which made Jason wrap me
in his arms.  "Don't worry, he'll be safe with us.  And I REALLY want to
get sweaty with you later," he whispered in my ear.

       I settled for a handshake from Brad and then Ben and I headed back
to the suite.  When we got into the suite, I was surprised that Kim wasn't
in bed, but I could hear the shower in the large bathroom in the suite that
was supposed to be mine and Ben's, but was apparently everybody's now.  Ben
stripped off his wet t-shirt and I walked to the open bathroom door.  I saw
Kim in the shower, thankfully the details of her body were lost behind the
steamy glass of the huge shower.

       I rapped my knuckles on the doorframe, "Hey, hon, we're back.  How
do you feel?" I asked, worried that she might have a bad hangover.

       But, just like I was at her age, she didn't seem any worse for wear.
"Hey, dad, I'm almost done, then you guys can jump in," she yelled from the
shower.

       "Okay, hon, no rush, but you do know you have a full bathroom in
your suite, right?" I gently pointed out.

       "Yeah, but it's not as big or nice as this one," she responded with
common sense.

       I turned and went into the kitchen to grab a diet coke and saw Ben
was sitting on the sofa, watching tv with his shirt and shoes off, his bare
feet resting on the coffee table.  I gazed down at his skinny, pale body,
and wondered if Jason and Brad were going to see it, and if they did, how,
exactly, they would they enjoy it.

       Ben looked up from the couch and smiled, "Brad and Jason seemed
nice, did' they?  Brad ran track in college, he said I seemed fast for
middle school," he said.  I could hear the pride in his voice.

       I stripped my wet t-shirt off, threw it into the bedroom and sat
down next to Ben, appreciating the skin on skin contact as I draped my arm
over his shoulder.  "Both Jason and Brad seemed nice, and it seemed like
they liked you, umm, like they liked you a lot," I said, awkwardly, not
wanting to scare him.

       He looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, "I kinds got the
feeling that Brad thought I was cute, but I wasn't sure until he offered to
take me hiking and then said I could maybe hang out with them in their
afterwards, if I wanted.  Then I pretty much knew," he admitted, with a
grin.

       "Does that sound like fun to you?" I asked, keeping my voice
neutral.

       "Yeah, it does.  I like Brad, he is cute.  I didn't really meet
Jason though, so I don't know.  Did you like him?"

       "Yeah, I did, I liked him a lot.  He invited me to go over and hang
out with them too!" I laughed, realizing that both of them had been hitting
on us separately.

       Ben leaned into me and put his hand on the front of my shorts.
"Maybe you could come over after we hike, you know, when I'm there?" he
asked, tentatively.

       I had to laugh again as the started working his hand under the waist
band of my shorts.  "It's funny you should mention that!  Jason suggested
the same thing," I sighed and shivered as his little hand wrapped itself
around my still soft cock.

       "That would be fun," he observed as he shifted his body towards me
and slid off the couch onto his knees while trying to pull my shorts down.

       I was just lifting my butt to help him get my shorts down when I
heard the shower stop and Kim called out, "I'll be out in a second!"

       I sat back down, knowing we didn't have enough time to play.  But
Ben kept tugging at my shorts with one hand and squeezing my dick with his
other.  "Buddy, stop, we don't have time," I said, in a hushed voice

       He grinned up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "She
takes forever," he replied.

       I gently pulled his hand out of my shorts and said, "No, we don't
have time, plus I have a feeling you might get all the playtime you want
later."

       He mumbled, "I hope so!" just as Kim walked out of the bathroom.  If
she had any thoughts about seeing Ben on his knees next to me sitting on
the couch, both of us with only shorts on, she didn't share them.  I almost
fell over though, as she had one towel wrapped around her hair, and was
simply holding one towel up in front of her as she walked casually through
the living room on the way to her suite, as if she were walking through a
woman's locker room.  The towel in her hands hid her chest, belly and
pussy, but still showed off a lot of skin.  As she passed, she said
casually, "It's all yours, I left you some hot water."

       Her naked butt was on full display as she disappeared into her suite
and looking at it slowed my reflexive yell, "Hey, this isn't a locker room,
you know!"

       From her suite she replied, "So you guys can sit around mostly naked
watching TV and doing whatever, but I have to be fully dressed the second I
get out of a shower?  That's a double standard, Dad!" she yelled back, very
logically.

       I rolled my eyes at Ben but saw he was already engrossed in a TV
show.  Again, I was struck by how little interest he had in a naked female
body just feet from him.  I lightly slapped him on the arm, "I'm going to
grab a shower and then we need to get you something to eat before you meet
Jason and Brad."

       I stood up and felt him following me into the bathroom.  I turned on
the shower and he followed me as I adjusted the water.  Ben tried to grab
and play with me, and I let him plop my cock into his mouth for a little
while I massaged shampoo into his hair, him on his knees in front of me.
But I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stood him up, wanting to make
sure he was clean and in a good mood before his hike.  I also didn't want
to start anything we weren't going to finish, plus the bathroom door was
open and Kim was in the suite next door and I had no idea when she might
come in.

       Soon enough Ben and I were in the bedroom slipping into clothes,
hiking shorts and boots for him, with a t-shirt and small backpack, shorts,
and a light fishing shirt for me, with sandals.  We met Kim in the living
room of my suite, she was in tight athletic shorts which showed her butt to
full advantage, and a tank top with only flip flops on her feet.  We agreed
we'd walk just down the strip to a chicken and waffles place and then drop
Ben off with Jason and Brad.  Ben excitedly told Kim about his new friends
and their plans for the day, and she put up with his excitement like the
good sister she was.  As we exited the hotel Kim and I were starting to
discuss what she and I were going to do for the day when I heard a familiar
voice yell out, "Hey, chica?"

       Looking around, I saw the female cop from the night before standing
with a group of other cops huddled up next to several cruisers parked on
the strip next to the parking lot.  I was disappointed to see she was not
in her tight-fitting riding pants and shiny boots, I'm not really a leather
guy, but she filled out the pants nicely and a little bit of leather is
fun.  I could see her smile as she looked at Kim and started walking over
towards us, in what I assumed was her regular uniform, brown pants and
shirt, with a belt weighed down with pistol, tazer, handcuffs, magazines
and all the other things cops carry.  Since she wasn't wearing a helmet her
jet black hair was on display, cut close to her scalp in something half way
between a flat top and faux hawk, fading to bare dark brown skin at the top
of her ears and high on her neck.  She could not have looked much more
butch if she tried, and I suspected she put a lot of effort into trying.

       I felt Kim stiffen when she saw the Sgt. approaching, I didn't know
if she was reacting to the uniform, or if she was embarrassed by her
performance the night before.  No matter, the Sgt. didn't give her much
time to recover, "Hey, girl, or Kim, wasn't it?  I thought that was you,"
she said, smiling as she got close.

       "Umm, yeah, hi, and it's Kim, you remembered," Kim half muttered,
and I couldn't believe it but she was blushing.

       "Ah, it's good to see you up and around, I thought maybe after last
night you might not be feeling so good," the cop said, with a grin on her
lips.

       "Nah, I rally pretty fast," Kim responded, with the false bravado of
a teenager.

       "Me too.  So what are you guys going to do today?  I'm Lita, by the
way," the cop said to Kim, holding her hand out to take Kim's, as if Ben
and I weren't even there.

       "Umm, hi, Lita," Kim stammered back, her hand in Lita's, her eyes
darting to the name tag that said A. Garcia.  Lita must have caught Kim's
look and shrugged.

       "My real name is Angelita, but that's too long, and I'm not really
an angel, so....it's Lita to my friends," she explained.  Finally, she
looked at me and Ben.  Then she dropped Kim's hand

       "So, is this your brother?  She talked about you last night, she
said you were sick.  Feeling better?"

       Ben had the look he got when surrounded by boring adults, but I
could tell he was catching some sort of vibe from his sister so he paid
more attention to Lita than he normally would a stranger he was just
meeting, especially a woman.

       "Yeah, I just had a stomachache, we're going to breakfast now, I
feel fine," he replied.

       Lita flashed me a quick smile, and then focused on Kim again, "So,
what are you going to do today, Vegas has a lot to offer besides just the
gambling stuff."

       "I dunno, dad and I were just talking about that.  Ben's going on
some hike, so I'm not sure," she trailed off, uncertainly, not even knowing
what the options to do in Vegas were.

       I looked at Lita, and then at my watch, "I can't believe you're
still working, we saw you what, like 10 or 12 hours ago?  And I'm Darren,
and this is Ben," I said.

       "Sometimes I work a shift and a half, now I'll have six days off, so
the extra hours are worth it.  But finishing in the car is always a letdown
after riding all night," she said, clearly referring to her horse.

       She looked at Kim, "You should come over and help me work my new
guy.  I told you about him last night?  He was wild and I bought him at one
of those auctions where they sell the wild horses and burros?  He's not
ready to ride yet, but he's getting close.  You just have to put the time
in to let them know who is in charge and that they can trust you.  Like
people, sometimes," she smiled, and I picked up a bit of flirtation in her
voice.

I'm not sure if Kim heard, or picked up on any flirtation, or even if Lita
really was flirting, but Kim definitely heard an offer to go work with a
horse.  Her head whipped around to look at me so fast I thought she'd
strain her neck.

"Can I, dad?  Please?"

I looked at Lita, beginning to say that she was just being polite, but the
way Lita was staring at Kim it didn't look like there was anything polite
about the offer or what she was thinking.

Lita met my gaze, "You can come to, if you're interested in horses?" she
said, not very enthusiastically.

Knowing how much Kim liked horses, and thinking about how taken she was
with Lita when they met the night before, I figured she'd really want to
go, and probably alone.

"Thanks, but I think I might just hang around the hotel," Kim almost
started to dance with excitement when she realized I was saying yes.
"Where do you want me to drop her off, and when?" I asked.

Lita looked at her wristwatch, "I'm off in 45.  I have to drop the car, I'm
caught up on my paperwork, I could be back here to pick her up in an hour?"
she asked.

I looked at Kim, "It's up to you hon, you want to go?"

"Oh, my God, yeah I do!" she squealed and clapped her hands.  Then she
looked at Lita and realized she was acting like a little girl and blushed
and stopped jumping.  I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the
thought of Lita traying to deal with the Kim who was basically a 9 year old
girl around horses, and the Kim who obviously had a crush on her and was
basically a huge slut, but maybe had never been with another woman.

We all said our goodbyes, Lita went back to the group of cops and the kids
and I walked down the street to get breakfast.  Kim was so excited she was
practically vibrating, and Ben started talking about his upcoming hike.

By the time we finished breakfast and were heading back to the hotel I
realized Ben had practically no time to go back to the room, so I showed
Kim where in the casino I'd meet her after she changed clothes to work with
Lita's horse, and Ben and I waited for Jason and Brad to appear, which they
did, right on time.  They were both dressed like Ben, obviously ready to
hike in the desert and experienced.  We all exchanged phone numbers and I
made sure Ben knew to call if he wanted to come home and to let me know
when they were off the trail.  Jason again assured me that Ben would be
fine and said they'd all have a good time.

Just as I was watching them disappear into the parking lot Kim joined me,
now in jeans, hiking boots and a t-shirt under a light flannel long sleeved
shirt, probably the most "cowgirl" she could look on short notice and with
only one suitcase to work with.  She looked outdoorsy, I guess, if not
exactly like a cowboy.  The overall affect was heightened by her wearing
one of Ben's old, beat up baseball has, she had her hair up in a ponytail
and pulled through the back of the cap.

We only had to wait about five minutes before Lita pulled up in front of
the hotel in what looked like a brand-new black Charger.  She waved the
valet's away impatiently as Kim trotted around the car to climb in.  I
leaned down to the window, "Give me a call if she gets to be too much for
you, I can come and get her," I said.

Lita looked up and didn't smile, "It's probably me that's going to be too
much for her," she said.  Then she cracked a smile, "She'll be fine.
What's your number?" she asked.

I gave her my number and watched as she punched it into her phone and could
feel mine buzzing at me.

"There, poppi, now you have my number and you have her number.  You don' t
need to worry.  I live down in south Henderson on the edge of the desert,
maybe 30 minutes from here."

I looked across Lita, "Be good, honey, have fun.  Call me when you're done,
I can come get you."

"Okay, dad, I'll see you later," Kim said and Lita was already pulling away
with just the slightest chirp of tires.

I realized I had several hours alone in Vegas.  I thought briefly about
what I wanted to do and headed to one of the bars off the casino floor
where I ordered a Bloody Mary and then strolled back to my room for a nap.