But I figured in Key west it would be OK. I was verynervous as I dressed. I wore suntan pantyhose,sandals, nylon shortsand a t-shirt. My wife wore a s...ort denin skirt and a top with heels,no bra or panties. We waited until night time and we walked downDuval street. I was getting pretty turned on, having other peoplenotice me wearing pantyhose( a few did, and one even stared blaintlyat my legs and right in front of him I adjusted my pantyhose,pullingit up my leg)my wife and I both chuckled. As. For one thing, it verges on blatant self-promotion. But what can I do? See, this guy who has read most of my stuff wrote me a nice letter the other day praising my latest, and then he asked me a question. His wife is, it seems, a great romance reader, but she doesn't even know about the sex stories on the Net. He thinks she'd like them, but he doesn't want to upset her with one of those 100-proof stroke stories he reads all the time. So would I please tell him which of my stories he should. At the nearest saloon, I was directed to the hotel. I booked a room and ate in their restaurant. Man, was I getting sick of beef and beans!I was standing at the bar in one of the town's saloons nursing a beer when an altercation started in the back of the room. One of the saloon's whores was sitting in the lap of a potential customer and another man was standing nearby shouting at her. I didn't pay any attention to what was being said, but I did note that the whore was better looking than they. He went into the kitchen and got a pack of matches. Ed took the disk showing Ann's face out on the patio and struck a match. He held the match under the disk until the edge started the burn. Ed blew out the fire and held the disk, being careful to not touch the melting plastic until it cooled. He threw the disk into the trashcan in the kitchen."Ann, can you tell me how this all started with you?" Ed asked."George asked me to work over one night. My husband was out of town and I had no plans for.