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abina had been talking to Max for at least 5 months. They met online but were thousands of miles from each not to mention daily responsibilities. Both were trim as they worked out consistently.

Sabina preferred dancing at the clubs to aerobics and Max loved the iron at his local gym. Both caught the eye of the opposite sex but Sabina admitted she also caught the attention of her own, either way it was always appreciated. Both lived their lives in denial of their ages, the late 40’s.

In the world of singles oriented websites with fleeting emails from disappearing characters Max and Sabina were a consistent duo. Phone conversations were intermittent but their emails were not. They chatted about anything and everything, from the mundane of popular culture to the intensely erotic. Sabina took special joy in photographing and modeling her most recent purchases and emailing them to Max. Max took special joy in each and every email. To Max chatting with Sabina was like free chocolate pudding. They found comfort in the ability to be able to tell someone about themselves without worry of condemnation

Many times they commented to each other of their own local dates; of how Mr. Pilot was going to be in town next week and that he offered to take Sabina to Phoenix for a weekend.

Max would bemoan another deceptive date, where he should have recognized the shoulder pads of the woman’s photograph dated back to the days of Duran Duran. They weren’t jealous of each other at all, they took comfort in knowing they wouldn’t find anyone as complimentary as each other.

Eventually this was an itch that just had to be scratched, they agreed to meet at hotel for a weekend at a location new to both of them. Sabina’s flight would arrive in the early afternoon where she would hire a car to the resort while Max arrived the previous day.

Sabina reminded herself to keep calm but she was nervous as hell. She remembered that Max took care of the details and that she was to ask the front desk for an envelope with her name on it. The attendant was pleased to be able to provide her with the note and asked if there was anything else she could do for Sabina: “No, I’m taken care of.”

“Dear Sabina

I’m so happy that you’ve arrived; it’s about time isn’t it? I’ve taken care of the details, you don’t have to check-in just ask the person at the desk to give you a room pass for #654.

As I had mentioned I had some business to attend to in the city but will meet you in the lounge at 5:30 pm.

Max”

With a skip to her step, Sabina took her room key and hit the button to the elevator that took her to #654.

When she entered the room Sabina put down her bags and took in the space they would share for the weekend. A very plush room with a King bed and zillion count sheets. An extra large bath with glass shower walls and views of the mountains that were priceless.

“Niccceeeee” came as a whispered murmur from her lips.

On the bureau where she laid her keys she spotted a second envelope with her name on it. With a tilt to the angle of her vision she picked up this envelope and opened it as well.

“Dearest Sabina, after all this time I feel enormously guilty that I wasn’t able to meet you at the airport. I would like to make this up to you in the best manner I’m capable of. I know you’d like to take a long bath as you have some time before we meet. In the bath you’ll find your favorite composer on the CD and a bottle of the best champagne in the hotel. Max”

Now this man had Sabina off balance, she was not prepared for this. Her first and only husband had a romantic notion as often as tree stumps come back to life. But as she walked into the bath, there was the CD: Mozart. A knock on the door distracted her momentarily and she went to the spy hole and noticed it was room service: champagne….on ice.

“Niccccceeeee”