On this day, I went to the Ranch for lunch and take in the views. I had plans for my day in the Reno/Tahoe area so a "party" wasn't on my radar. As I sat, drinking a beer, waiting for my food, observing the courtesans, this lady approaches and asks to sit down. It took me a few moments to realize that she too was a courtesan. Her name was Randi, she stands at 5' 4 1/2" and has the most "girl next door" look you'll ever find. If you're looking for a lady with big lips, huge breasts, and a fat ass, then you'll have to look elsewhere. We made small talk, I ate my lunch, and I took her up on her offer for a tour of the Ranch. It's rare for me to feel relaxed and open up to people but as the time went by our conversation flowed like we'd known each other for years. It was very casual, relaxed, informative, and it was apparent that Randi is well educated. We ended up in a negotiation room, agreed apon what would happen next, and made an appointment for the next day. I won't go into detail as to what happened behind closed doors but it greatly exceded my expectations. Randi and I fit together like two pieces of a puzzel. Nothing seemed rushed, forced , or scripted, like with past courtesans. It usually takes months to get compfortable with someone and learn each others likes and dislikes, we mastered it in one hour. Normally, if I return to a brothel, I would pick a different courtesan, for a variety. I returned the next day and never had a doubt as to whom I was going to spend my time with. Randi, of course.