The second night after the rehearsal dinner everybody was drinking and dancing. e and my new found friends were able to lift a pack of smokes and a ha...f bottle of Jack and were off to have a little fun ourselves. There were a ton of people here, campers, tents, and a few cabins. We headed for an run down cabin just out of sight of the party. We busted in with our flash lights ablaze. to our surprise two people were already there. The soon to be bride and another woman. Neither of which I. Jordan was part of the hilarity calling themselves ‘P.I.N.G’, the plugged in nozzle gang, following my work fixing the Candy Lady’s furnace.My partner Gordon and I had worked on the Jordan’s ancient furnace many times in the past and now she called for service asking for me explicitly. She would be the first club member I would attend to but I didn’t make any assumptions before going there. We had talked about updating her furnace with a new flame retention burner and now she wanted the job. ‘No, no my dear, this box is filled with things for you to play with.’ I had no idea what he meant by playing with but I almost ran to the box and as he cut away the tape and opened it. As I looked in my eyes were blasted wide open as there on top was a stunning dress that covered another, another, another and yet another each more beautiful than the last. Ten dresses later lay a bunch of two piece bathing suits and then what seemed to be an endless array of exquisitly expensive lingerie. . "Dump your stuff on the back seat", I said getting in to the front.She did and threw in her coat too , opened the door, got in and fastened the seat belt. As I slipped into gear I saw her mini-skirt hidden under her coat had ridden up to expose about a foot of thigh in silky black tights.As we drove off my eyes kept dropping to her thighs."Not getting enough then?"I didn't answer. Still at forty you could never get enough."Me neither. My husband disappeared six months ago with some teenager.