CHAPTER TWO“Lovely Place”
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arly the next evening, Casey and Paul were unpacking in their assigned bedroom at the Spa, located about fifty miles north of Denver.
One of the first goals in Roy's private little party had been the serving of drinks, and by the time Casey and Paul had found the "recreation room" the laughter had grown more raucous and more relaxed as the excitement of a "healthy" weekend at the spa combined with the stimulation of the alcohol that was being served in exotic fresh fruit punches.
Helen and another girl, Brenda, were going out of their way to liven things up by wearing see-through halters without bras and flirting loudly with the other men. Casey had started drinking too and had to laugh at the crude jokes told by a tall cowboy called Tim Ericson who was appa
