"You just made it. Hurry up and get inside. The meeting is just ready to start."The lady then turned to the drivers. "You two just about finished? If ...ou hurry, there's still some breakfast left. You may want to pitch those coffin nails."With that she shooed the parents and child in to the building."Well," said Fred as he ground the remains of his cigarette under his boot, "ready to go inside?"The perimeter suddenly turned grey."Fred," Hank gulped, terrified, "isn't that one of those fields. He was wearing a light bluegolf shirt, khaki shorts, and sandels - not unlike what I had on but myshirt was red and my shorts were dark green. I realized his shirt showedhis muscles quite well, and that his arms were extremely well muscled andwere covered with dark hair.I said, "No," and heard my voice break. "No," stronger this time, "it'sopen," and he slid into the seat. My heart was beating like crazy, and Iturned back to my drink. The bartender (a cute blonde) came over andasked what he. The dance floor is a seething mass of flesh, swaying in sync with the bass that shakes the club to its foundations. Topless boys gyrate with the heavy rhythm, reflecting the colorful club lights that dance over the sheen of sweat glistening on their smooth bodies. From my vantage point on the mezzanine, I can see most of the club: the beefy bartenders in their standard uniform tight black pants and little else, the DJ in his booth, ignoring those who tap on the glass in an attempt to request. They will do all their assigned chores around the house in the nude and will allow their wives to have the club meeting monthly at their homes and do the set up and clean up without complaining. 7. They will take their wife on at least 3 nude vacations during this contract and will make time for all of her desires and fantasies to be fulfilled. 8. They must wear a ball stretcher for 2 hours every evening or until they are told your balls are hanging low enough. 9. They must spend one hour a day.