Instead we left the club and walked down the street which was becoming seedier and seedier. We started talking about that time she was with my mates a... the end of the night and they went to a strip club together, eventually admitting that she loved it when she could see my mates’ dicks getting hard after looking at the hot girls grinding and spreading their legs on stage. She also then admitted that she flashed my mates her tits and spread her legs on the bench where they were watching,. He’s from a farm out near where that fancy housing development went up north of town. It’s just him and his father out there, and his father’s usually half stewed with drink.”“Oh, maybe that’s what he’s doing here alone tonight. He looks a little young to be out on his own, but he doesn’t seem to be with anyone.”“Yeah, he’s a loner, that Jamie. Can’t count on his father for much of anything. He’s just fourteen—Jamie is—just starting out at my high school. He’s not too sociable, though.”Maybe. We tend not to spend much money on clothing, or on going to fancy events, since we would rather spend it on travel, which we both enjoy. Both Julie and I are middle aged. We met in our late 20's but had similar experiences growing up. When we were teens virtually everything formal was looked down on by our circles of friends. Call it a lingering 60's influence I suppose. Anyway, Julie skipped her Senior Prom and never dressed glamorously to go out on dates. I found out several years ago,. I angrily snatched the envelope, but before I damaged it, I saw an embossed gold foil seal on the flap. No ticket, or ad, I’ve ever seen came in such finery. The crimson sheet inside held more surprises, and questions.The suspicious, mysterious, page was addressed to us directly. “Amanda and Al, a close friend has invited you to a bacchanalian dance party. This is an exclusive invitation that you may NOT share with anyone else so we can assure everyone’s safety and privacy. We promise you an.