I couldn't leave him, with one infant hanging on my nipple, and another on the way. For a long time I pretended to myself that it wasn't happening, an... by the time I felt strong enough... well, by then I could tell it was over, he became all loving and perfect Dad-ish in the guilty aftermath, and then it felt just... too late. It's happened at least three times since then. It's almost seasonal. So, even before I bucked the system, and fell for John, I had become sort of reconciled to the. I trust you to help make that happen for me Harold? When we went inside we were met at the door by a man that looked to be six and a half foot tall and must of weigh about three hundred pounds. He slapped Harold on the back and told him it was good to see him again. When he looked at me he asked if I was a member and I told him no. He then told me this was a member’s only club and that I would have to be a member in order to get in. I asked him how I could become and member and he told me. Maybe now I can enjoy the party!”“I sure hope so!” I said.We left my study and went outside to mingle with the guests. I got a burger from Tom and went to sit with my wives who were sitting with Tiffany’s mom, Julie, and Carol. I hadn’t spoken much with Julie, but I knew she was married to an accountant named Jim, whom I had never seen.“No husband?” I asked“He’s golfing with his buddies,” Julie said. “Every Saturday and any day off. I’m used to being a ‘golf widow’!”“Where’s Stan?” I asked. We both showered first the took a Turkish bath followed by a session in the sauna. My wife then had a facial while I used the steam room and generally chilled out until it was time for our sixty-minute Thai massage. For our massage, we were introduced to our masseuses; both were tiny Balinese ladies who were beautiful and very tiny and spoke good English. The masseuse wore a tiny cream-colored robe that had a button-up front and barely covered her bottom, and her flesh-colored G-string was.