"Annabella my love. I am sorry for leaving you the other night. I was rudely interrupted and I promise it won't happen again." My Bolivian muse with green eyes, mocha skin, a pearl smile and a body carved of stone was upset with me. "Vrob, I was ready to give myself to you and you left me," she said, "Vhat's wrong? Don't you vant me?" Once again I found myself in the high roller suite at Bellagio. The marble floors, a master suite spacious enough for a symphony, a panoramic view of the fountains. It was all secondary! Once and for all, it was now time for Annabella and I to finally consummate our relationship. "I'm sorry my love," I told her again, "Of course I want you. I promise nothing will stand in our way this time." She then drops her silk robe and bares her naked body to me. "Vrob," she says, as she is getting ready to accompany me in our bubble bath filled jet tub. "Please don't leave me again. I vant you more than anything in the vorld."
"Hey! Get up! There's no sleeping in the park!" Please Lord, tell me this isn't happening. My Bolivian beauty had once again faded into the abyss. And now in her place was a crew cut looking; sun glass wearing; gun toting park ranger. My initial thoughts at that very moment - "Goddammit, you thoughtless bastard. Why couldn't have you given me ten more minutes? I was oh so close to finally having my Bolivian muse," then I thought again. "OK sir, sorry about the indiscretion. I will be on my way," I murmured. I grabbed my backpack and rose to my feet. I told the ranger to have a nice day and began to saunter away with my darling Annabella at the forefront of my mind. Unfortunately, my thoughts were hampered once again by the park rangers parting words, "Don't let me catch you sleeping in the park again or I will give you a ticket."
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