I was at work one summer Friday afternoon, and the boss decided to let everyone out early. It was noon, and I was excited to beat the traffic. I calle... my wife to say I was out early, and headed to the lake house. We had planned to drive separately because my work was 40 minutes from home in the direction of the lake house. And since my wife had to wait for our k**s to get back from daycamp at 4pm, she planned to drive with them separately. When I told her I was on my way early, she said, "have. So there I was, on my knees, facing Mr. Overhand's rampant pole, my wifeangling it to give me better access. She snickered at me."Come on, Regina," Sylvie cooed. "I got it all ready for action. Juststart with a kiss. Right on the tip. It's leaking a tiny bit, so you canget your first feel of it and your first taste of what comes out, both atthe same time."I closed my eyes but she told me to keep them opened. Sylvie got her handunder my jaw and coaxed me forward until my widely parted lips. He was after all drop dead sexy. We go inside straight to his bed room. He had a king size bed with bed posts and a mirror above his bed. He turns on some music and sits on the edge of his bed. “Now what were you going to show me?” he asks. “You will see soon.” I replied with a big grin on my face. I look around and take a deep breath to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming, and then I walk over to him and kiss him. I think that he knew I was nervous. He grabbed my hips and pulled me in closer. Damned if the results were not the same here as at the first place. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I got.The third saloon produced the same result, except that I did get a name. One of the five rich men was named Elmo Hunter. I never heard of him and his name was not on any of my wanted posters from Texas. It looked like I better pick up some NMT posters just to complete the set. I did so, and even took the posters without pictures on this occasion. Dammit, there was no Elmo.