Las Vegas Sins and Scams - Book Five - Advertising Pays (Las Vegas Sins & Scams - Book 5 - Advertising Pays)

Las Vegas Sins and Scams - Book Five - Advertising Pays (Las Vegas Sins & Scams - Book 5 - Advertising Pays)

Published by Paul Wallace Winquist at Smashwords

Paul Wallace Winquist

Copyright 2008

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Table of Contents

Chapter 84 – Nicaragua v. Costa Rica

Chapter 85 Microwaves

Chapter 86 - Toluca Lake

Chapter 87 - Texas

Chapter 88 – Chula Vista Resort

Chapter 89 – Lori at 35

Chapter 90 – The US Injustice System

Chapter 91 - Deer Hunting - Dear Hunting

Chapter 92 – Prison Life

Chapter 93 – Life Without Tony

Chapter 94 - Flying

Chapter 95 – Coronado Queen

Chapter 96 – A vs. B

Chapter 97 – Radio Girls

Chapter 98 - New Babies & Old Buildings

Chapter 99 - Cumming and Going

Character List

Joe – Major Partner – Charmin of the Board

Tony - Major Partner – Public Relations – Purchase New Investments

Sheldon – Major Partner – In Charge of Restaurants

Ken – Security at Casagrande – Pervert - Hitman

Vinney – Pit Boss – Hitman - Pervert

JR (Joe Junior) Joe Kass Jr.- Joe’s Son – MBA – CEO Nevada Operations

David Kass - Joe’s other son - Law Degree from Harvard

Lori - Tony’s X-wife - Lori’s Farms Manager

Sandy (Stern-Kass) - Sheldon’s Daughter - Working on her MBA

Betty - Head Bookkeeper - Joe’s Past Girlfriend

Loraine - Head Lawyer - Nick's daughter – Married to Dr. Ralph

Dom – Head of Security

Jose – Drug Smuggler from Cuba

Isaac Martinez – Hotel Owner in San Jose Costa Rica

Dr. Ralph – Company Head Doctor – Married to Loraine – Nick’s Daughter

Linda – One of Sheldon’s Girlfriends – Little Sheldon’s Mother

Annette – Deceased Partner Abe’s X-Wife – Millionaire Investor

Armin Grossenbaucher – Head Architect

Bob Billingsley – Main Building Contractor

Nadine – Worker at the Chula Vista Resort – Later: DJ for Spanish Music

Tina – Tony’s Girlfriend in Laughlin Nevada

Crystal – Sheldon and Tony’s Girlfriend in Laughlin Nevada – Porn Star

Jed - Westwood lawyer – Mob Connected Lawyer - Unscrupulous Lawyer

Joan – Joe’s Girlfriend – Classical/Jazz Piano Player

Cindy – Runs the Longbranch for Tony – Sheldon’s Past Girlfriend

Curtis – Runs the Tit joints with Cindy

Carla – Cute Girl from Boring Oregon – Later a Porn Star

Twila – 2nd Cute Girl from Boring – Porn Stat - Musician

Liz – Hotel Manager in Seattle – Huge Tits

Henry – Joan’s Boyfriend – Electronics Technician

Mike – Radio Engineer

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Introduction

Books five through eight were written in La Tuna Satellite Low, El Paso, Texas, a Federal Prison/camp, November 2005 through February 2007. This allowed the author to meet many interesting people from El Paso, Juarez, and other areas of Mexico, as well as Venezuela, Panama, Argentina, Albania, Canada, and Colombia and developed a good understanding of how the drug traffic business works and how the US Federal government is much more corrupt than either Mexico or Colombia.

As the year and a half progressed, the author’s writing gradually changed styles. As he heard more interesting stories from the residents, his mind shifted to Central America, South America, and Europe.

The author read several books written by X-drug smugglers and one by a DEA agent right there in El Paso.

Part of the prison was a detainment camp for Germans during WW-II, so the library was stocked with many books written before and during WW-II, so he did a lot of reading about Hitler, Stalin, and the Third Reich written before the war was over.

The writings of Frank Lloyd Wright, Sam Harris, and Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) helped harden his hatred of organized religion scammers.

Because I encourage the timid people to start at Book Five, I have added some comments in green parentheses, explaining some of the history leading up to now.

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Chapter 84 – Nicaragua v. Costa Rica

On this bizarre informal Monday morning meeting (for the Coronado Casino and Hotels corporations), none of the original partners were in attendance; Joe Kass (one of the original Jewish partners that grew up in Beverly Hills), was in Hawaii at his favorite resort, the Hawaii Coronado; Tony Stephano (one of the original partners, an Italian American that grew up in Portland Oregon) was in Nicaragua trying to find a piece of land to expand the farm system into, and of course, it would need an airport for their non-official businesses (Drug smuggling); Sheldon Stern (an original Jewish partner that grew up in Sherman Oaks California, Sheldon operated the restaurants and the Latin American resorts) was in LA for the opening of a new restaurant at Marina Del Rey; He was also arranging for the construction of another restaurant at Laguna Beach; Dominic (The Head of Security for all the properties); Ken, and Vinney (two perverted, Satanic nuts, and child molesters, are workers that manage an old hotel in Downtown Las Vegas) were playing golf; JR (Joe Junior, Joe’s Son, an MBA and unofficially running the Las Vegas casino) and David Kass, (Joe’s other son, with a law degree from Harvard) had embarked on another property evaluation trip to all the hotels in the company.

Lori (Tony’s X-wife and Lori’s Farms manager) had flown down in her Bonanza for the first Monday of each month for several years by now. She had brought her boyfriend for the little vacation, while Lori’s (and Tony’s) son was at Tony’s folks, his grandparents, for the week.

Lori opened the conversation as she walked in last. ... Well, this will be a good meeting; none of the guys showed up.

Sandy (Stern-Kass, Sheldon’s daughter with a business degree from UNLV and working on her MBA) quickly countered, The guys don’t count much anymore, anyway.

Betty (the head bookkeeper, and Joe’s past girlfriend, with a business degree from UNLV) added, It’s the five of us now; we run the company. The guys just come around to refresh their checking accounts. She was referring to herself, Loraine (the head lawyer, and Nick's daughter, from Oregon), Lori, Sue (in charge of the scholarship fund with around a hundred million dollars by now; she has a business degree from UNLV and working on her MBA), and Sandy.

Loraine corrected them, "Sheldon is taking a strong interest in the restaurants' expansion, and Joe is at the Hawaii Hotel working up the plans for another tower and remodeling of the whole place so it will withstand a tsunami. Tony Stephano is down in Nicaragua or Costa Rica looking for long-term investments. David and JR are in Boise today; they are appraising all the real estate and businesses' value for both corporations (The main holding company, Coronado Corporation, and a hotels only, Coronado Hotels corporation). We need to keep an accurate evaluation of the companies’ values to properly regulate the price of the stocks and sell the exact right amount of stock. Ken and Vinney (Two perverts) are basically retired anyway and are sometimes more distracting than valuable here anyway; Sandy and I have been discussing the situation of getting those two to retire so we can put a younger, more energetic person over there at the Casagrande (Their first casino/hotel). Dom is playing golf today with them to get a better feel, informally, of their retirement views."

Lori (Tony’s separated wife) said, That’s bullshit about Tony; he’s down there to fuck his brains out. Central America is too far to deal with a farm; Shit! Wisconsin was too far; he’s the irritating one.

Loraine bit her tongue, knowing that she gets at least one afternooner with him whenever Tony is in town.

Sue didn’t realize that Joe was over in Hawaii to be by himself, leaving her behind, because she felt she was already neglecting her job too much. She felt she was an important corporate officer, now, and she was. Nobody told her about the cocktail waitress he had a little pleasure with most every evening. (All the older guys have vasectomies by now)

Sandy didn’t know that David (Sandy’s husband) and JR would bring some girls from a local nightclub to wherever they stayed that night.

Sandy brought the meeting back to order after they were all sort of daydreaming and drinking their coffee. It’s our generation now, but maybe we’re not taking advantage of our wealth to take more time off to enjoy life.

Loraine jokingly replied, I thought Jews never quit working for more money.

Sandy replied, "I have read several of those motivational books, and of course, you’re right about my ancestors, but I developed a theory: those motivational speakers are nuts; they can never relax and enjoy life. One should work for a while and then relax for a while; the old duffers are right that way. I think when David (David, Joe’s son, and Sandy, Sheldon’s daughter, are married) gets back, I’ll talk him into taking a few weeks off so we can go relax down in Costa Rica. We won’t even work, like I know Tony is doing, during part of the day; he knows how to stop working at night and sleep in late in the morning."

Lori said, "Forget Tony; it’s nice that he is not here, so Swede (Lori’s temporary boyfriend) and I can enjoy the casino and Las Vegas for a week. (Lori lives in Hood River, Oregon)."

(That’s a lot of history on two pages, so keep referring back to the Pages using the click to the Table of Contents and then Chapter 84)

Down in Nicaragua, Tony (Sort-of a playboy type) was becoming disappointed and scared of the scam artists and robbers in the Nicaraguan culture. He found a farm near the Gulf Coast that could have had an airstrip built on it, but the downsides were overwhelming; it was too far from Las Vegas and LA to utilize fresh crops, way too many mosquitoes, he didn’t trust the local people, their government was too unstable; he didn’t trust not being raided if they tried to move some drugs through there, and there already was a group of drug dealers that he didn’t want to start a war with.

He went back to the Hotel Del Rey (combination hotel, casino, restaurant, and whorehouse) in San Jose, Costa Rica, where everyone was friendly. (Costa Rica is a much more friendly country than Nicaragua).

He decided to forget the farm and airstrip aspects and concentrate on hotel or casino investments. Now that The Brothers and the other pyramid schemes had been busted, there was a lack of financing for existing casinos to expand with in Costa Rica; maybe he could find some good investments.

Jose

A few days later, he had several possibilities to mull over. Tony called Jose on his cell phone that now worked almost everywhere on earth, including Costa Rica and parts of Cuba (with very high pricing). (Jose is a diplomat from Cuba and has Costa Rican ID for traveling to the US; his real occupation is drug smuggling).

Jose answered his phone, Bono.

Is that you, Jose?

Tony?

Yeah.

Where you at?

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Costa Rica today, Mister Tony.

Me too; I’m at the Del Rey.

In the bar?

Yes.

I’ll be there in a minute; see you.

Blue Marlin Bar in Hotel Del Rey

Webcam by Hotel Del Rey

Tony ordered another Imperial beer and only took one swig when Jose walked in. Jose ordered some kind of rum, straight.

Tony said, It’s unbelievable how good these phones work nowadays. A few years it would have taken three or four days to get a hold of you; ten years ago it would have taken a week.

What’s up?

Grab your drink; let’s go up to my suite to talk.

As they walked in, Jose said, Smells like you were fucking some whore in here.

Tony replied, Yeah, that’s for sure, the little thing wanted to fuck all afternoon; I’ll open the window.

So, how come you’re in Costa Rica today?

I was looking around at investments, both here and Nicaragua.

Jose said, Forget Nicaragua! It’s bad there.

I was looking to put a little money into one of these local casinos here.

All these are Americans or Europeans that have plenty of money; they are run for guys like you; that already have casinos somewhere.

So, these guys are lying to me about being the owner?

Most likely, they will take your money, and then they will have never heard of you; you got to be careful.

Let's go have a cool one at the place I was thinking about; then we’ll talk tomorrow when we’re sober again. Are you going to be around? Do you feel like doing that?

Jose replied, Okay, mister Tony; I was not doing anything anyway; kind of waiting for the next project, you know.

The first place they went to, the manager came up to them and continued his sales pitch.

The second place Jose discovered that he knew the owner; he had migrated from Cuba many years ago. Jose changed his tune and was now trying to get the two people together to make a deal.

Isaac Martinez wanted to buy the building next door to his own little casino, to expand the casino and build ten floors of hotel rooms and expand the restaurant and casino on the ground floor. The adjacent property was about 200 X 200 feet (61 meters by 61 meters). It was some storefronts on the bottom floor and four apartments on the upper floor. The property had parking for about five cars and a little garden area in the back. The building was a wooden structure about 150 years old and was in a very run-down status. Being in the heart of San Jose, near the other casinos like the Del Rey, the people felt it was worth about 1.5 million American dollars. Isaac had negotiated them down to $1.2 million. He already had an architect and builder lined up to build the structure for about $1.3 million. (Beat up old wooden buildings are not considered a valuable antique there.)

Tony looked at the drawings and felt the design was fine. He thought that the place was too small to be considered as an expansion of the Coronado corporations. He would use some of the cash that he had accumulated from the importing deals with Jose. Cash had worked well when they purchased the farm in Hood River, and then later the house in Hood River, and then part of the motel in Hood River was cash too (Lori carried in boxes of cash; this caused an investigation, but they played it off as excess legitimate cash from the casinos.)

Isaac talked about a straight loan secured by real estate, but Tony was thinking about the foreclosure possibilities if Isaac failed or to buy out Isaac if they felt like it later.

Tony called Loraine (the corporate lawyer and side girlfriend of Tony’s) on his cell phone, Loraine here.

... This is Tony; I am thinking about making a little investment of my cash, down here in Costa Rica; have you got time to come down here to set it up?

In Costa Rica? When?

Friendly bartender

Photo by Paul Winquist

Yeah, you’ll like it here. The place I am staying is kind of a whorehouse, so I’ll set you up into the Holiday Inn a few blocks away. The American Airlines flights are at about 7 AM and 7 PM, and it takes 12 hours to get here, so you land around 7 PM or 7 AM.

Holiday Inn – San Jose Costa Rica

Crooked photo by Paul Winquist – Might not have been sober that day

You mean now?

You’ll have fun.

Sandy was talking this morning about taking some vacation time. Her Spanish is excellent, as you know. We would probably be better off with her translation ability. You know those contracts down there have to be in Spanish. I’ll call her and see if she wants to come with me.

Call me back when you figure it out; my cell phone works well here now. Take some time to pack because I was going to spend some time here anyway.

I’ll call you in a while; you can check out of that whorehouse hotel; because I’ll be looking to taking care of you personally.

Yeah, okay... bye....

Isaac said, She can stay here; in fact, you can stay here too.

No, she is used to a little more class; I could see it when the nice new building is ready, though.

Jose said, Let’s go back over to the Del Rey and get a good fuck while you’re waiting for your lawyer to call you.

Isaac spoke up, You need to get laid? No problem. He opened his picture cell phone and showed them a pair of pictures of girl’s faces.

Jose commented, Looks fine from the face angle; are they old enough?

Yes, they are 18 or 19. He pushed a button on the phone and put it to his ear. After a little pause, he said in Spanish, Isaac here... Can you and Marry come over to the bar? I have some people for you to meet....

He turned toward the bartender, still speaking Spanish, Rosa, bring us three more drinks, please, then turning his head toward Tony, They will be here in about ten minutes. Room 201 is a two-bedroom suite; you can take them up there if you like them.

Tony’s phone rang; he recognized the number as Loraine’s private office number, Are you ready for some fun?

Yes! Sandy wants to come for two weeks because David is gone anyway. Betty is checking into the flights; are two weeks okay?

Sure, you two will want to spend a week down at the Manual Antonio area.

Hold on a minute; Betty is on the other line. A slight pause, then We’ll be in SJO at 7:15 PM your time. Is that all right? Sandy got all excited and wants to go tomorrow morning.

That’s fine; I’ll meet you at the airport.

All right; see you tomorrow....

... Bye.

Tony looked over at Jose with a questioning look on his face, Jose, meet me at the Monkey Bar in a couple of hours if we get separated, okay?

That’s the new little place across from the Del Rey?

Yeah.

Tony realized he better book the girls into the Holiday Inn as he promised. He called Betty, ... Can you book the girls into the Holiday Inn in Downtown San Jose?

I am on the phone with them now. The girls want three rooms so you’ll be there. They want seven nights there, and then six nights at the place you stayed at over at Manual Antonio, and one night back at the Holiday Inn; is that okay?

Yes, that’s fine. Tony cut his conversation short because the rent-a-girls were just standing there.

Isaac removed one key from his key ring as the girls started conversations with the guys. Isaac said, Take these guys up to 201.

The smiling girls picked up the guy’s drinks and walked toward the stairwell. The one that grabbed Tony’s arm was white as could be, kind of German looking, with just a hint of the Spanish look. The one with Jose was darker, with a heavy look of the local Indians; both had excellent bodies.

Tony turned to Isaac as he was walking out, Isaac, see if you can get the guy that owns that place to come over here around noon tomorrow.

Okay.

It was 8 PM when Tony walked into the Monkey Bar; Jose had abandoned his girl quickly and was already fairly smashed. The place was still fairly quiet.

Once Tony got his drink, and the bartender retreated to her stool on the other end of the bar where she was engrossed in some Spanish TV program, he spoke softly to Jose, Can you run up and get a box of money from Las Vegas?

How much is in the box?

2.5 Million dollars.

Holey shit! If I get caught bringing in that much money, I will get 15 years here in Costa Rica.

I’ll pay five hundred grand.

I got to think about that a while; I would have to bring it in on a rum runner boat or something.

How would you know those guys wouldn’t rob you?

That’s a big problem.

Maybe we better not do it; I could always use legitimate casino money.

Yeah, maybe, the Costa Rican airport now checks about one suitcase in 20, which is not good... The smugglers may rob me; that’s not good.

Tony continued, We have way too much cash building up; we got it worse now than when I first met you; the safe we built is full. (When they built the large hotel/casino on the strip in Las Vegas they built a huge safe hidden behind the mirror in the executive bathroom).

I have an Idea; how big of a box would that be?

Well... let’s see...that would be 500 bundles, about two cubic feet.

Okay, then it will fit in a file box just fine. I’ll change to my Cuban diplomatic ID and change the labels on the box in Nicaragua, then take the little flight to Costa Rica. No one can look into the diplomatic file boxes; okay, it’ll work. Where do I pick it up?

Go up and talk to Joe; I’ll set it up; can you do it in less than a week?

No problem, Mister Tony; I’ll start in the morning.

Okay, let’s change the subject; this place is filling up... Let’s go back over to the Del Rey and get a good steak; besides, I’m out of cigars.

The next morning Tony called Joe’s cellphone after he remembered Joe was in Hawaii. Tony asked, Joe?

Joe answered, Yeah, guess it would be; no one else would answer this phone.

Where are you? Hawaii?

Yes, we’re heading back tomorrow night.

Have you got your computer phone with you?

I wouldn’t leave home without it.

Call me back on my Vonage phone with the next cipher-key, okay?

Okay, it’ll be about ten minutes.

Fine, goodbye.

Once the encrypted conversation was started, Tony said, ... I want to make a little real estate loan, here in Costa Rica, with some of my stashed cash.

How does that involve me? It’s your money.

I need you to take it out of storage.

I won’t be back at the casino until the day after tomorrow.

That’ll be fine; Jose will get a hold of you when he gets into town; you should both get there about the same time.

Does he have my cell number?

Yes.

What are you investing in? How much?

It’s mortgage money for a guy to expand his casino. Loraine and Sandy are coming down tomorrow to set up the paperwork in Spanish. It’s something we may want to get involved with using the hotel corporation, later, but not now.

How much?

2.8 Meg in one package, plus 500K on the side for Jose.

That’s too big of a box to deal with during the daytime.

Tell him to come back at 7 PM or something; put it in a white file storage box, so it looks like files, no markings; you know what to do....

"Okay, we have some slick things planned for the hotel over here; we’re going to make it Tsunami proof when we add the new tower. All of the generators and main electrical boxes will be on top of the parking structure, 110 feet (34 meters) above sea level. We can kill the power to each floor independently so that the remaining floors can stay powered up. In addition, we’ll build new restaurants on the top floors of the tower and connect all the buildings on the fifth floor with bridges. The bottom floors will be all noncritical stuff like the snack bar and convention rooms...."

Tony cut off his description, That’s good; I need to get going here; I’ll see you up there in a few weeks.

That night Tony refrained from using any rent-a-girls, knowing that Loraine would be really horny.

About noon, he went over to the little casino he was going to invest in. The man that inherited the adjacent property that they were going to purchase was there. Tony made two deals: one to purchase the property himself and one to lease the property to Isaac, including the timetable of construction and payments. They all shook hands and agreed that Loraine and Sandy would set it up according to Costa Rican law and using US dollars as the currency.

Tony moved his stuff from the Del Rey to the Holiday Inn, about three blocks away. He spent a couple of hours in the casino bar there, and it was time to take a cab to meet Sandy and Loraine at the airport. It was 9 in the evening when the girls got settled in, and they met at the steak house on the top floor.

Loraine had never told anyone about her little affair with Tony, including Sandy. They were all fairly wasted from drinking three liters of Merlot.

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Sandy suggested, Let’s go over to the table games.

Loraine blurted out a Freudian slip, You can go there if you want; I’m real horny; I’m taking Tony up to my room, now!

Tony responded, I was going to respect your privacy, but wow, it’s between you and Sandy now to deal with the matter... ... Let’s get the check so we can go.

Sandy asked, How long have you two had your little love affair?

Loraine answered quickly, Since the time the little slut Tina got the drunken driving ticket in San Diego.

Sandy stated, I guess it’s just me at the blackjack table then. Let’s meet for breakfast in the coffee shop at ten; is that all right with you two lovebirds?

The waiter appeared, and Tony put the bill on his room account. They all proceeded, stumbling, out into the hallway. Sandy, in her drunken status, quickly lost $23,000 on the various table games.

Tony and Loraine took another liter of wine to Tony’s room with them.

Loraine had only been in the room 30 seconds when she faded out on a big chair. Tony prepared the bed and carried her over to it. Then he removed all her clothes. Tony always slept naked, so he proceeded to remove his clothes.

He was still horny and started to play with her breasts. When he started to play with her clit, she came alive, slightly. She was lying in a good position, so Tony proceeded to screw her.

When they were at it full blast, she said, Oh Ralph, that’s the best you ever done it, to Tony. (Dr. Ralph is her husband). The next morning she didn’t even remember that Tony had screwed her.

They were all hung over that morning, but a little breakfast with bloody Mary’s, fixed them up enough to deal with their planned meetings, starting at noon. Isaac, the man selling the land, the builder, and they met at noon to commit to the numbers and timing to paper. Loraine contacted a local lawyer to write up the three deals.

After four days, all the contracts were completed and signed, but Jose wasn’t back with the money. Jose didn’t answer his phone, so they started to worry that they had been ripped off.

I shouldn’t call them girls because they are in their thirties and decided to proceed to Manuel Antonio on their own, leaving Tony to deal with Jose. Sandy booked their flight on Sansa Airlines and the hotel for four days right now instead of later.

After the girls flew out, Tony’s cell rang; it was Jose’s number, Tony here, where are you?

I’m in the bar here; where are you?

I’m at the Holiday Inn.

Come and get this shit; I don’t trust the maids here.

Fuck man! Did you leave it in the room to go to the bar? Fool! Bring it over here, room 1106 now!

Okay, mister Tony, I’ll be there in a while.

Not a while! Now!

Shit, man, it’s too heavy to carry that far; I got to ride a cab; I’ll be there fast as I can.

Twenty minutes later, Jose arrived, with the bellhop rolling the box on a cart. Once the bellhop was tipped and gone, Tony said. ... Shit, man, we can’t take a chance on someone taking the stuff; one of us will stay with it until we can take it to where it goes.

No one is going to take it; look, it says ‘official Cuban government documents’ on it. My money is in there too, and I’m not worried.

Anyway, I don’t want to take a chance; it's way too much money; it’ll be four days before the girls get back.

Where did they go?

They went down to Manual Antonio beach and Quepos; they were restless.

Fuck man, I need to get laid; it has been over a week already that I have been working on this project.

So go over to the Del Rey and fuck your brains out, now. When you’re done, though, check out of there. You can sleep on that other bed over there.

I might want to fuck for a few hours if I can find a nice one.

That’s fine; I’ll order some chow and booze sent up here.

I am hungry now too; let’s get some food, and then I’ll go over there in a while.

Good, as he threw one of the menus that were on the table by him, over to Jose. Jose was closer to the phone, so Tony said, Order me a beef burrito, a jug of coke, and a bottle of Jack.

I’ll just drink a little Jack myself, before I go, to get ready, you know.

Chula Vista Resort

On the third day, the girls were gone; Sandy called Tony; We found another place you need to look at; it’s a neat place on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It’s about the same size as the one you’re looking at, but it’s on the ocean and nice! It’s called Chula Vista Resort.

You’re a millionaire; you can do it on your own, or is it something the hotel corporation should do?

It’s already nice, with a lot of marble and granite. It was a private mansion that an old German made into a hotel, restaurant, and miniature casino."

Better not tell him you’re a Jew; he probably was one of Hitler’s guys that left Germany toward the end of the war, when they were losing.

We already had that conversation; he never had anything against Jews; he was just caught up in the middle. The Jews already rounded up the Jew-haters many years ago. He is 85 years old and wants to retire now; the place is ready for us to take over.

Okay, you girls are running the corporations anyway; you deal with it if you want; I could see having a better place to stay at anyway.

There are no prostitutes here.

There’s plenty in Quepos; you act like I am some kind of dirty old man.

You are.

Okay, get back here as scheduled so that we can deal with this deal first.

Loraine and Sandy heard about the dance at the outdoor bar in Manual Antonio every Friday night. When they got there, they could see the crowd was from about eleven to twenty years old, so they hopped a cab for Quepos. The driver let them off in front of a nice bar and seafood restaurant on the main street. There were exactly two seats at the bar, so that’s where they landed. They wanted to try a new drink; the Canadian girl behind the bar suggested a local rum drink.

They were well lit by the time Loraine told Sandy she wanted to invite the guy on her left side over to their room. They had only rented one room because each huge room had two king-size beds.

Loraine asked the man sitting beside her, ... Would you like to come over to our room at Manual Antonio? We have an MP-3 player and lots of music; we can have the bartender mix us up a bottle of this rum drink.

The tourist from Norway responded, with a heavy accent, Yeah, that would be good.

Loraine turned to Sandy and said, ‘It’s set; do you want to wait a while before coming back?"

Sandy replied. I like to watch.

Loraine instantly came back, What?

I like to watch people have sex; I used to watch the couples at my parent’s swingers parties when I was a kid. (Her folks, Sheldon and Jane, held weekly swingers parties back when Sandy was little).