‘I’m…I’m going to condo-sit for a friend of mine, and I thought I’d go through all this stuff I got for that lesson plan project.’ stated ...artha, as her Torcelle idled in front of Louis’s apartment, ‘I thought maybe you’d want to…work together, compare notes?’ ‘Sure.’ Louis agreed, ‘Uh…when?’ Martha cleared her throat. ‘This Saturday, sometime after dark…preferably.’ The events of that Saturday evening played out exactly as Martha had desired. It was as if she had prophesied about the very. She was only short, perhaps 5?1, but she had a slim frame with huge breasts and was always smiling. There was just something about her everyone loved.Just as I started to fantasise about touching those perfect breasts she turned and looked straight at me. SHIT!Look away quickly and try to act nonchalant. I’m pretty sure she is not close enough to see my red face right now. I’ll slowly turn back towards the bus stop.She is happily chatting away with a group of girls. I can see her younger. Some sacrifices must be made. If it helps calm them down to play their adolescent games, what is the harm in that?Apparently, the secret mental communication among girls had spread the word and each girl who came to the door after that seemed to be reading from some kind of script. Who was I to question the secret rites of early womanhood if it helped calm their fears? If they wanted to toy with me, I was their boy.The next girl had either started the day commando or had risked toppling the. I spoke to the manager Theresa.I explained I was a new customer on my way there; that I had been told about the Dirty Wives Club from a friend, but I wasn’t sure of their opening hours. Theresa explained they officially opened at 1pm, but if I arrived earlier I was welcome to have a drink in their bar.I arrived at the Dirty Wives Club just before 1pm. It was a medium sized complex, with a large central villa style building at the centre, where the entrance was. Off this, inside the compound.