They sat sated around the disheveled table. Used forks, half-filled wine glasses, soiled napkins, littered the table as they sat back and drank the co...nac-laced coffee."Well, what do you think of our hospitality?" Bob asked, lighting a Vega cigar and hiding behind the blue cloud of smoke."Wonderful," Gwen said, feeling gay and heady from the coffee and wine."Let's adjourn to the patio." Sybil stood and waved them up.The air was warm and soothing as it brushed against Gwen's liquor-tingling. Congratulations." Thanks, Kyle," Yasin answered."I'm heading to lunch," I said. "Do you want to join me?" Sure, why not," Yasin agreed. "We can catch up on the past eight months."We discussed alternatives and decided to keep it simple. The coaches were allowed to purchase meals at Pollock Commons. We headed over there. We grabbed some food from the serving area and found an empty table. Soon after we started eating, Brian Henson, E.T. LeBlanc and John Crosby came by our table."Hey, Coach," each. As a result, these three women were never without male company. Simply having an intelligent dialogue with a very attractive and desirable woman who could hold her own with any man in the room was an almost erotic experience. And one could always fantasize. And fantasy was about as far as it would ever go. None of these three beauties had ever had a reputation, if you were married, you could forget it. If you were a very senior executive looking for a young consort, you could definitely forget. Oh and the pun”“In my defence, I didn’t realise I was coming to a den of rampant sexuality; I was coming to a summer camp; I didn’t know where. Then I was dropped into a den of women, some of whom are desperate, it seems”“Not objecting though? You seem to feel you are the last lick in the barrel. Perhaps you are, or perhaps, with no jocks to compete, the girls are finding a pleasant companion of the male sex is also nice to have; a pleasant, heterosexual, companion of the male sex. I have.