"Martha Lynn, but please, call me Marti.  I'm pleased to meet you."  She told him, and smiled at him.  She was normally shy when it came to talking to men, outside of her work as a nurse, but she had made a promise to herself, before she left for this vacation, that she would be more outgoing on this trip, and not close any doors, so to speak.  Not that she was "on the prowl", as her dead mother would have said, about vacationing as a single woman alone.  She just wanted to keep her options open.<br/><br/>She decided that he was a very handsome gentleman, rather distinguished.  As they walked down the hall toward their rooms, "You said you used to live here, that must have been wonderful, living in Paradise.  Perhaps you can give me a list of musts to see and do, from a "local" perspective.  I've read the travel guides, but there is nothing like a personal recommendation."<br/><br/>She reached her door first, and inserted her card key into the slot.  She turned to say good night to her neighbor, and entered her room.  It was a nice enough room, nothing fancy, just a bed, albeit king size, and a bathroom.  The balcony was not huge, but large enough to have a couple of deck chairs and a small table between them.  It overlooked the pool.<br/><br/>All Marti wanted right now, was a shower, a light meal, delivered by room service, and her bed.  She was beat, and tomorrow was the first day of her long planned, much deserved vacation.<br/><br/>As soon as her bags were delivered, she had her shower, and put on her robe and slippers.  She called for room service, and ordered a light supper.  She put the cart outside her door, and crawled into bed, with her novel.  She didn't even get the first page read before she fell asleep, with the book on her chest.