The next day we were walking along the beach and Hollywood put it all together like a revelation

"Now I know why I should exercise."

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"Now I know why I should eat right."

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"Now I know why I work."

He got more excited and threw his hands in the air.

"NOW I KNOW WHY I LIVE!!!"

Yep, kind of gives life meaning again.

So it was the day before Hollywood was leaving and we decided to do Solarium again, Hollywood wanted to do Rachel.

We got there right at the opening (3 o'clock) and there was a short Brasiliero waiting to get in too. A taller girl walked by on the sidewalk and greeted him, ruffling his hair. Damn she looked sexy. To my great delight she went in the back entrance to Solarium. Hopefully I can get to her before the Brasilliero.

Sure enough once inside there was no sign of Gianna or Sol so I picked up Ruffling Girl. Hollywood was looking at Rachel longingly.

"Does Rachel need a Visa to go to Mexico". Uh oh, Hollywood's losing sight of reality again.

"Um, probably", I said.

Eight minutes later Hollywood hadn't made his move and Rachel was sitting on another guy's lap kissing him.

Hollywood turns to me, "She's dead to me. At least until tomorrow"

As it turns out she didn't take off with that guy and Hollywood was able to snag her. Ruffling Girl's friend Tattoo came by and let me thouroughly examine her ass. Even though she was small, and a little battle hardened, I took them both up to a room. Tattoo had a massive tattoo of a dragon that covered her back. Quite unatractive if you're not a motorcycle gang member. I think some guys have mentioned her here previously.

Once in the room the girls tried to get the air conditioner working better, it was pretty funny watching them futz with it. They let me take their pictures but Tattoo tried to cover her tattoo unsuccessfully.

Ruffling Girl told me, "No internet! My family is on the internet every day."

"What exactly are they looking at that they might run across your picture", I wondered.

It was a good session and I was surprised when I went to do doggie with Tattoo she insisted I fuck her ass.

"Are you sure?", I asked, unsure if she could take it. But she insisted and I relented *grin*. She was quite the trooper, not a complaint and fully into it.

Back in the steam room I was quite careful to let the shower run before using it.

And up to the disco for round two. When I got in Gianna was there and we hooked up again. Sol came in a few minutes later. Hollywood told me he'd really enjoyed Rachel, they'd gotten the Suite and used the jacuzzi. I'd never done that before so I figured that's what I'd do with Gianna and Sol. And who should I meet but Detroit, the cop who'd gotten me to do the chocolate and vanilla session my first time here. I got up and thanked him profusley for his recommendation. He's quite the gentleman.

We actually were there around six hours before heading up for round two. I had been so enamoured with Gianna and Sol I hadn't realized Hollywood had been swooped on by a bird of prey. Suddenly he stood up with this girl and said, "We're heading upstairs".

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!", my brain screamed when I saw her, "How did you get the ugliest whore in the city?! How did they allow her in here? Don't do it!" But it was too late, they were already gone. Later he said that she was okay, she covered his dick with the chocolate he gave her and she licked it off.

With one arm around Sol and another around Gianna I began singing a little ditty I'd come up with to the tune of the Beach Boys Surfer Girl.

So I say from me to you,
You will make my dreams come true
Will you fuck me
Will you.......Termaaaaaa........Giiiiiiiiiirlllllllllll
You're my little Terma Girl, my little Terma Girl
Wooooohhhhooooohhhh.
Little Terma Girl my little Terma Girl...

Gianna laughed a me as usual.

The suite wasn't ready so we stood upstairs waiting for the cleaning lady. Out of one of the rooms came a girl, and then another. I looked in and it was a large bed and one guy seemed to be jumping around with more people in there.

I looked quizzically at Gianna and she told me "Four girls and four guys".

What? You could have a Festa at a Terma? Why doesn't anybody tell me the rules?! I'm so naieve! Definitely Beginner Second Class in Rio.

I loved the suite. I was more expensive and I kept the girls for a full hour to enjoy my time. Sol thought I was a big spender. I rationalized it by saying I hadn't done any a couple of days previously and had the money to spend. We didn't use the jacuzzi, I'm not really thrilled with them and the girls didn't want to get their hair wet. But the sex horse thing was perfect. It was just this curved "U" shaped thing with a set of instructional photos above it. I looked at the 15 pictures and realized I'd only have four minutes per position per girl, I'd have to pick and choose. I found it gave me more leverage in a few situations and the girls were into it too. They also liked the private shower. I have one memorable experience Gianna bent over the horse and Sol coming out of the shower, sees me looking at her, and she turns around and shakes her booty at me saucily. Mmm, mmm, good!

I came to appreciate the differences between Gianna and Sol in this session. Gianna was a hard body, with features of a tribal warrior queen. Her ass should be sculpted in marble. Sol was soft and supple like whipped cream on banana cream pie. Her ass was like a pillow and I desperately needed to sleep.

I started doing something here that I hadn't done before. I started brushing my teeth using the tap water. Was that a bad idea? I also noticed that I cleaned up after a session, but the Brasilieros shower and shave before going up to the disco.

Later on both Tattoo and Ruffling Girl did a strip show. As the guys and girls whooped it up I wanted to shout out, "I did them both! Me! I did them both at the same time!" But I knew nobody would care. Everybody at a Terma is a jaded fuck.

After eight hours in the Terma Hollywood and I both felt woozy so we decided to leave. It was probably the carbon monoxide poisoning I surmised. My body's just not used to it. The smoke in the Terma's is thick enough to cut with a knife.

The taxi driver tried to pretend the meter was broken and charge a flat rate. When I objected he made us get out of the car and get another taxi. Ironically I think we paid more for the second taxi.

That was Hollywood's last night in Rio and we were still feeling under the weather the next morning. I was developing a full fledged cold from that friggin smoke. Mind you I'm very Libertarian about smoking, I don't care if you do it, just don't make me breath it.

We got up in the morning and I pulled up CH and downloaded Bwana Dik's guide. As I got online Hollywood asked me to ask the members for a list of ten Terma phrases for those of us who know zero Portugese. So the call goes out, if guys reading this give me one or two phrases I can compile them into a list for Hollywood.

A few minutes later I sent an e-mail off to work. Suddenly my blood ran cold. Did I just attach Bwana Dik's Rio Guide instead of that worksheet? Uh-oh, hmmm, oh well, I guess if I get fired I can spend more time down here. As it turned out I sent the worksheet. Phew!

We took a walk down to Ipanema and while walking along we encountered woman after woman with big breasts bouncing on their way down to the beach.

Hollywood said, "Man, this is hooter alley! Who says Brazilian women have small breasts?" I had to agree, it was like a parade.

I liked Ipanema, I'd never been there and wanted to come back. The water looked at least a little less polluted than Copa and the sand wasn't as dark shit brown. We knew our adventure was coming to an end, Hollywood had a plane to catch.

He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Thank you. I know those words do not do sufficient justice to the overwhelming feelings of gratitude that are emanating me from me right now, but thank you nonetheless."

It was my pleasure Hollywood.

Photo: Chocolate and Vanilla