“Do you want a lift home?” she asked as I took my coat out of my locker.I closed the locker and stared at her. “Seriously?”“Yes, seriously, ... wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.”“What about Grace and Emily? Don’t you usually take them home?”“They’ll cope,” she said with a dismissive hand wave.“They won’t be upset?”“They might be. But it does them good to be reminded that I’m not their taxi service at least once a week.” She laughed. “Come on, let’s go. You can offer me a drink at your. How dare he? Such a young girl! How could he? My uncle had no answers. I heard Sandy tell him he could make it up to her by doing what she said. He nodded eagerly. She told him he would take her out Friday night to Black Mack’s tavern, around the corner from their apartment. He would invite two men of her choosing back to their place. He would have to watch them fuck her, and do whatever she told him to do. He quickly agreed to accept her demands. I thought it was kind of strange that she would. And I tell him about Griff, my friend and almost lover from my Air force days, whom I came about two inches from fucking one summer night on a white gulf beach in 1963.There is a long pause as I stand over him, hoping his reaction will not be too harsh, that he will not think ill of me, will not cease to be my friend because of my "queer' feelings for Mike and Griff.Les rises, stands still for a moment, looks straight in my face, then leans forward and kisses my lips lightly. I stand in shock,. ... Back to the exicitent. The club started to pick up at around midnight with other couples, signle ladies, and signle men. While we were sitting donw stairs waiting for the fun to start a few of the signle men approached us. None of which interested the wife. Too bad because if one did boy was she gonna give them a show. After the club picked up and a few strike outs of the single men we decided to take a walk to see if their was any action going on in the six rooms upstairs. .