"Where did you meet her?" said John.
Dick looked over to where Conchita was standing with John's and Greg's wives. She was dressed in a simple white sleeveless dress and barefoot. The dress was loose around her, but as soon as she moved it formed around his curves. He knew she had a white thong and a white lace bra under. He had been in her room when she got dressed. He had held back his want to bend her over the bed and take her right there and then.
"In Bogotá."
"Nice, if I ever divorce Angelica, I will go there and find a replacement," said Greg.