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GG and I got into the car and were underway in seconds. At first I was a bit nervous, because I had never undertaken a journey of this length, fully dressed. I imagined that every passing car was staring at us, and a few were, because GG is a very beautiful woman. However, as the trip progressed, I was getting braver and braver. By the time we got to Jewfish Creek, we were getting a bit hungry, so we decided to stop at a good restaurant there for something to eat.

Now there is one thing that I don' do well. That is to put on a be- lievable feminine voice. So we had decided to fake me just getting over the flu, and I would talk in a whisper. (For clarity sake, when I do my impersonation magic act, I work entirely to music and don't talk.)

The restaurant was fairly crowded, but we got an excellent table. to the rear, by a window. The view was lovely. Mangrove Islands, blue water, swaying palm trees. A very fitting setting to an anticipated beau- tiful time. I had my favorite whenever I go to the Keys."Turtle Steak," while GG had a bit more conventional fare. Everything went smooth in the restaurant, and I don't believe anyone suspected my identity. How- ever, I still had that little lump of fear in my midsection until we left and were back in the car.

We arrived at Lookout Lodge about 30 minutes later. We pulled into the parking space by the apartment, and I checked out the car windows to make sure the manager was not around. I had thoughts that he might recognize me. I first showed GG the apartment, and it pleased her. But when we went back out to the car to unload it, there, big as life, was the manager. He introduced himself, and I'll call him Mr. Brown. We got the welcoming speech, and "I hope you have a good time. If there is anything I can do to help, etc." That you always get from resort man- agers. He said to me, that I must be Stan's sister, as I looked so much like him. I seemed to catch a hint of recognition in his eyes, but if he did suspect, he didn't let on.

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This actually made me feel more at ease. Most hotel, motel and resort managers, run into all types of situations. As long as you conduct yourself in a respectable and moral manner, they are quite complacent as a whole. Mr. Brown told me that the boat I rented was at the dock, and he would show it to us as soon as he helped us in with our luggage. He was a great person and wouldn't let us lift anything that he thought was heavy. In a way, I felt guilty, because I knew I was much stronger than he appeared to be. But ladies do like to be treated as ladies.

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