Trained. Did swam—swimming. Training."Mercifully, at that point I was spared any chance of embarrassing myself further, as one of the coaching staff...called for quiet and announced the first game would be something called 'Knights, Mounts & Cavaliers'.It was a bit like musical chairs, but without the chairs. We had to walk with a partner in a circle to the music. When the music stopped, Coach would yell "Knights!" or "Mounts!" or "Cavaliers!", then we would have to assume the position; Guys down. Bowling balls in the bags were gone and a stationary bike was twisted into a pretzel. The treadmill was missing the belt to walk on but the towel on the side rail wasn't touched. On and on it went, room to room each one left in a different state.In the rear of the master closet Ken and his wife had a secret room, more like a second large closet really. In it they kept all the important papers, guns and ammo, hunting paraphernalia, jewelry and their collection of hard to find porno tapes. We walked into a fairly crowded bar, managing to get a small booth that was vacant, but as we sat down two young men came up and asked if we minded if they joined us as there weren't many spare seats. They even indicated very politely that they were happy to buy us drinks, which must have decided May. She turned to me and seeing my slight nod of approval, she told them they were welcome to join us."My name is Stan and this is Fred. What would you like to drink? Are you happy to share a bottle. "I loved it; and," he paused for just a second, and then added, "your'e right. We WILL have to do this again!" But of course!" I said. "After all, I own your ass now!"I leaned over and we kissed. Then, as I raised up, he said: "Thank you." Thank you for what?" Thank you for fucking me! I really, really enjoyed it. Very much! It was fantastic!"His sincerity was obvious, and it excited me. I was going to hang on to Robert. Why wouldn't I? He didn't object to me fucking other guys, nor did he.