Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and...no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It had been a damn long time since I had waited so anxiously for a woman's response.Sheila. Upstairs, Dan looked at the clock as he masturbated with virtual, insatiable Cathy. "Where the hell is Lisa?" He got up and padded down the hall to the landing, his cocking pointing the way as it bobbed up and down. Outside, in the shadows, Roger was working himself over watching his neighbor lady being fucked by a black guy when to his horror, Dan appearred at the landing. Roger went cold, clammy and his erection wilted, as if he had been caught. He leaned on the house for support. But no one. One that only he, Karen and his accountant knew."I run a website which caters for people who like...well, outdoor sex." He took another sip of coffee. She didn't seem at all phased. In fact she smiled cheekily."Just al fresco sex, or dogging as well?" she inquired casually. That threw him. He had not expected her to be that blase about it."Both really. I mean, the two go hand in hand these days, and more people are into it than ever before. My site offers information, advice, and the chance to. "So I read whatever books I could findAny and everywhere, whatever the bind.It so happened one day that I had occasionTo spend a weekend with a friend, a writer by vocation.This writer, known by name of Gerald,Wrote for the local newspaper, the Daily Herald.An interesting man was he, and to my familyWas he a good friend, courteous in chivalryAnd all manner of olden traditions of yore;A dialogue with him was never a bore.We discussed politics, adventure and travelAnd secrets of our lives began.