Marti blushed, and silently cursed her fair skin, for making the blush so obvious.  My escort, she thought, as the blush deepened a shade.  She was charmed by this gentleman, sitting across from her, and throwing caution to the wind, "Yes, I'd like that very much, if you would be my escort.  I haven't yet arranged for a rental car, and well, I think it would be fun to spend the day with you, seeing the sights!"  She only hoped her quick reply didn't belie her eagerness to spend time with him.<br/><br/>She was attracted to him, of that there was no doubt.  Her dreams last night had been filled with him, showing her the Islands.  Now, it seemed, her dreams were about to come true.  She sighed, and smiled at him, as she sipped her coffee.<br/><br/>Marti had always been cautious her whole life when it came to men.  She never considered herself beautiful, but others had told her she was pretty.  She was tall, 5'10", short, naturally curly blond hair.  Hazel green eyes, such a nondescript color, and had to wear glasses to correct her vision.  She was more than a few pounds overweight, but that was a self defence mechanism, after a breakup of a relationship gone bad.  Her porcelain skin was flawless, and at 50 she had no wrinkles.  Her full lips were always colored with a pink lipstick, the brighter, the better, today she wore fuchsia.<br/><br/>The short denim skirt, showed off her long legs, and the sandals on her feet showed toes, with hot pink nail polish.  The cotton blouse showed enough cleaveage, to be sexy, but modest.  She had never seen this Marti before, and she liked the results of her efforts, as she carried on a wonderful conversation with her new companion.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>