“Mrs. Preston, welcome back. Has it been a year already?” asked the grinning female receptionist as Sally Preston strode through the glass doors of Swelling Waters’s lobby and up to the desk. She was a tall athletic woman of near 50 years, wearing her many exploits and travels in various forms from tattoos to scars proudly.
“Yep! A long one too! Its good to be back though!” Sally said.
“Its good to have you back. How is the family?” the receptionist asked.
“All good. My daughter’s old enough I might bring her with me next year for a little mother-daughter bonding.” Sally said.
“In the most literal sense, I’m sure. But as you’re here alone I assume it’ll be the usual package for you this time?”
“Yep! Time to get some laps in!” Sally laughed,”Speaking of packages, I hope Samantha is still hosting?”
“I’m afraid Sam has since gotten married and pregnant since you last saw her, but we have a good number of other options for you.” the receptionist apologized,”If you’d care to step into your booth I’ll have the profiles sent to the terminal for you.”
“Alright, lets do it!” Sally said and took the keycard that was handed to her and took it to the small glass booth down the marbled hall that would function as a room would in any other hotel.
Inside: a desk with a computer terminal, a chair, and a box for her clothes and possessions.
As promised the screen was already scrolling with profiles of hosts trained and willing to carry her around for a few days in their ballsacks. Sally sat down and began scrolling.