Drop Inn

“This one looks good, Harv. ‘Floating in weightless splendor on inflatable armchairs, sofa and bed, bobbing on the gentle waves, your thoughts turn passionate. The Pool Room sets the stage for amorous…’”
“Shirley, you jest. What about the Wading Room? ‘The high ceiling and waist-high, rainbow trout-stocked water assure an ideal fishing honeymoon. Dressed in waders or barefoot to let the green mud ooze between your toes like worms escaping from an apple…’”
“Harvey! Yuck!”
“I made the last part up.”
“I’m sure the hotel has rooms we’d both enjoy, like this scuba suite, rented by the hour, 'in wet suit, dry suit, swim suit or au naturelle, our guests glide from room to room, switching air tubes as they go, reliving the peacefulness of fetal floating. With wide eyes framed by the diving mask and ascending bubbles filled with enthused shouts…’”
“You can’t be serious, Shirley. Wait, here we go. Check out this Rain Room. ‘Warming spray comes from all directions. Jungle ferns, tropical flowers and the dusky lighting all contribute to a wet, erotic atmosphere. Shedding your rainwear, you’ll soon be rolling in the moist moss, mist-beaded arms embracing slippery…’ Well, maybe not”
“Oh Harv, you’re such a closet romantic! Let’s check in now and get soaked.”