<strong>Name:</strong>Richard Simon - 28<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Emily<br/><br/>Richard was slightly dismayed by her response. He hadn't quite caught on that she was a sex-worker, not just some attractive single at the resort. That wouldn't have stopped him though. He reached down and pulled his boardshorts on, more aware of the goers on the beach now that things had picked up a bit. He wondered how many - if any - had watched what had just been going on in the Cabana. He quickly glanced around to make sure Sarah hadn't decided to join him, but didn't see her anywhere in sight. He relaxed, a little, once he was sure of that, before nodding his head.<br/><br/>He doubted Sarah would want to go to the club. She never did back home and hated it when he went out on 'guys night'. He'd never cheated on her - until now - so that wasn't the issue, but the prospect of meeting Emily again was highly enticing. He bit his lip for another moment, taking the towel as she gave it to him. A memento, like a pair of panties, after a conquest of a sorts. "Sure...thanks. The Forbidden Fruit, eh?" He chuckles softly at the name. "I'll see if, uh, Sarah wants to come along but I doubt she will. Oh - is there anywhere good to get a bite to eat around her? For dinner - nothing romantic or anything, just a good place to eat?" He asks, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.<br/><br/>"Thanks...uh...I guess maybe I'll see you later then. I should go take a dip before going back to the room - Sarah might grow suspicious if my trunks are still dry." He offers Emily a parting smile before heading down onto the beach itself, slipping out of his sandals and laying the towel down. He bounded down into the surf, the cool water refreshing as he dove in.