“Fuck. That’s like ten bucks an hour. Is it before taxes?” I said.Laughing, Bob popped another beer. “There are no taxes, Gary. It’s all...cash.”“Something sound fishy. What the fuck do you have to do? There has to be more to it than passing out drinks and snacks,” I said.“I can’t talk about it, Gary. It’s an illegal game. The men play for money. They play for a lot of money. They told me to keep my mouth shut about what and who I saw there,” Bob said.Bob and I finished our beers, then. . just the thing to put gusto in the loins!" Christ, I thought I was hungry. I guess the martinis killed it," he said, unable to keep his mind off the thought of Barbara Keller being a swinger... fucking other men! Don's hopping from bed to bed didn't come as any shock to him, but Barbara... ! Shit, no wonder she'd opened her legs and shown him her cunt under her skirt the other night at their dinner party! Now, it was all making sense... or was it... ?"That's unusual," the good-looking face. Still I was disappointed that I didn't see her again, that is until I was heading to the checkouts. There she was, turning into the aisle ahead of me, looking at some items in the women's wear section. My pace picked up but I stopped ten feet short of where she was examining some blouses. My eyes focused on her bottom and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation of what might have been.I don't know how long I had been standing there staring at her beautiful butt when she turned and saw. " You don't have to worry about that. Did the bath help?"She nodded, "It was just what I needed. Just like you. Dinner looks marvelous." Yes, and I've cleaned up most of the dishes. So after dinner you have to go straight to bed. Promise?" he ordered her."Yes sir! Thank you so much."She devoured dinner. Talking was limited with only a couple words here or there. She had a glass of water instead of wine, and leaned back after she was full.Luke stood up and took her hand. He led her to the.