7
Bev woke to the soft breathing of Tara in the bed beside her. Hysterically they had both dressed for bed after a pleasant afternoon at the pool, a lovely dinner and a rousing round of karaoke, all without a stitch of clothing. Bev grinned again at the irony and decided to go find coffee.
She started out the door with her nightgown on, realizing she didn’t need it as the neighboring elderly couple strolled by in their saggy baggy elephant skin in the all-in-all.
What a hoot! she thought to herself and tossed the nightgown back into the room. She strode towards the main office where she recalled seeing coffee service.
Sun poured like liquid light over Sombrero Peak spreading down the desert valley. The mountain was shaped exactly like the Mexican hat it was named for. The air was cool
