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Glenn and Morgan had talked for a long time, trying to decide on the weekend program.
“Suggestive is okay, but not raunchy,” said Morgan.
“Agreed. But there’s nothing on that really speaks to me as an ideal show.”
“Yeah. I’ve been through the entertainment guide more times than I care to count, and you’re right. There’s a handful of possibles but nothing outstanding. Nothing that would be a draw card.”
“So instead of a weekend in a nice city hotel, we need a weekend away somewhere she’ll like. And don’t say Barbados or something!” added Glenn.
“Actually, I was thinking of Hawaii when you said that. Somewhere warm enough to sit on a beach. I bet she’d look awesome in a tiny little bikini.”
Glenn groaned. “My dick likes that idea, but my brain says she’ll say a flat no.”
“That’s what I thought, too. So what are we gonna do?”
“Damn if I know. Time for an internet search, I guess.” There was silence for a long time until Morgan gave a shout. “Berisford Village!”
“Huh?”
“Berisford Village. It’s only an hour away. It’s that place where they have an old gold mine and you can walk through the workings, see all the old machinery. There’s houses with people doing things the way they did back in the late eighteen hundreds, little shops, a school, smithy—”
“Oh yeah, I know what you’re talking about now, I just didn’t recognize the name. Sounds perfect. Let me see the website.”
Glenn jumped up and leaned over Morgan’s shoulder to look at the website. As Morgan clicked through the various pages, he became excited. “It’s perfect. There’s so much to see and do there, it’ll definitely take an entire day to see it all. Plus there’s a couple hotels right nearby so we can stay overnight and go back again the next day if she wants to.” Exuberantly, the men high-fived each other, then Glenn sat at his own laptop as they checked out the hotels.
“I’m thinking the Berisford Grande. Executive suites with large hot tub, choice of two fine-dining restaurants,” recited Morgan.
“My thoughts exactly. Let’s book it all, then ask her and present her with a complete plan. I reckon if the dates don’t suit her for some reason, we could likely exchange the bookings for a different weekend. I don’t want her to feel railroaded, but I agree, we want to have a firm date when we put it to her, so she sees we’re serious about this,” said Glenn.
“So, next weekend or the one after? How much warning should we give her, do you think?”
“Next weekend. Time enough to get organized, but not so long she can think of a good excuse to stand us up.”
“All right.” They high-fived again and Morgan arranged the tickets for Berisford Village while Glenn booked an Executive Suite complete with hot tub at the Berisford Grande. “Sure looks nice on the webpage. I hope it lives up to its advertising,” he said as he keyed in his credit card details.
“If it’s not, we’ll go back to my original plan of simply fucking her brains out. That way, she’ll never even notice,” said Morgan.
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“Berisford Village? I hadn’t thought of going there, but yes, I really would like to come with you.”
“We’ll pick you up at eight on Saturday, then. That’s not too early for you, is it?” asked Glenn.
“No that’s fine. I’m usually at work by then anyway and I tend to get up at the same time on weekends.” And how pathetic does that make me sound?
“Great. It’s on thirty acres and there looks like a lot to see and do, so it’ll be good to have two full days. We’ve got Weekend Pass Out tickets so we can go back to our hotel if we get tired, then come back later for the Sound and Light Show at night either day.”
“Sound and Light Show? I didn’t know they had one. I’d better check out the brochure and make a list of what I want to see.” And now I sound like a boring nerd.
They chatted for a few more minutes, then hung up. Xonra shook her head at herself. “You’d better practice talking like a normal, intelligent woman, or this is going to be the worst weekend of your life instead of the best,” she warned herself. However, she couldn’t resist changing screens from the paperwork she was supposed to be checking, and instead looking up Berisford Village.
It had never occurred to her to research Jeremiah J. Curlin’s historical town. But as soon as Glenn mentioned it, she knew she’d love to visit it. She wanted to see for herself what it was all about, why Mr. Curlin was making so much money out of it, and especially why young women didn’t want to work there. “I guess an hour is quite a long commute, but plenty of people take that long to get to work each day. Maybe not for minimum wage, though. Likely that’s the problem. He simply isn’t paying them enough.”
General store, candy store, candlemaker, blacksmith, tinsmith, drapery store, apothecary, wheelwright, bakery, post office. Then there are the houses, the school, a horse bazaar, and the Big Hill Mine. The mine tour alone takes an hour. I can see why we’ll need a couple of days there. But it sounds awesome. I can hardly wait until the weekend. Plus the sex. Oh God! Must pack sexy lingerie!
Xonra looked around her office hurriedly, hoping she hadn’t said that last remark out loud, but there was no one walking past her open door or standing around in the hallway as far as she could see, so she gave a grateful sigh and very deliberately closed the Berisford Village screen down, and concentrated on her job.
