He was a very tall Black man that had the only swimming pool in the neighborhood .All the k**s wanted to swim there and he would let them a couple tim...s a week. Her bedroom had a direct view of the pool and his bedroom window . My wife's first experience happened one night as she was getting ready for bed . She had changed into her pj's with the curtains open . As she was closing them she had noticed Walts curtains were open as well . She turned her light off and sat in her darkroom looking. The Chief smiled and placed a velvet choker around my neck. A silver numeral '2' dangled from the green velvet. The Chief gestured to the large leather club seats; the eight of them arranged four to a side with what looked like a boardroom table between them, and told me to take an empty one and belt in for lift off.Four nude girls with various shades of red hair sat in the seats on the far side of the table. A large pile of cast off clothing and shoes bore evidence of their error in judgment.. It wasn't my fault if I didwhat she would do in my place.Mik grabbed his leather jacket and put it on over his bare chest butdidn't do it up. He pulled me toward the door but I stopped short."Wait a sec." Come on ya tart." No wait! I need to put on some fresh panties. You fuckin' ripped theothers."Mik leered and winked. "You were fuckin' hot tonight baby." Wait while I grab some more." Why don't you go without? What does it fuckin' matter?"I paused. Did it matter?I shrugged. "Fuck it. Let's. Such a contradiction - once so prized, then so despised - how can such a simple thing be weighed in such extremes of human desire and aversion? It's only a drink, after all. Have you tried it? Absinthe?" She had heard the word, but knew little of it. "No," she replied, just louder than a whisper. As he eased the spigot open, warm droplets of water fell, one by one, onto the cube of sugar, then after wetting it to the core, dripped steadily into the waiting glass. Like some sort of strange.