Although Sam imagined himself as a Humphrey Bogart when he was young, in his attitude to women he was much more like the hero of those Ian Fleming nov...ls he read so avidly in the 1950s. Women were easy prey, and as long as you dressed and acted the part, they were fruit from a tree that never failed to give of its bounty. Even now, as long as you made sure you never let your sartorial standards drop, there were plenty of women, still handsome if not as beauteous as they might once have been,. "Well, Bill what do you think? Have you ever worn this kind beforedear? she asked.I was shy and admitted I had. "Good because I think you should wearthis kind of girdle a lot more, you know for my paper," Sally said."Sally how is this a different girdle than the one at home you had mein all week?" "Bill, you will see, they are different," Sally said.I asked how this will help with her paper, she smiled and said, pleaseBill just help me here, do as I say."I use to wear a girdle all the time many. " Yea, I think she had a good time. And she did dance with a number ofguys."And how about you dad. Did you dance with her or just watch all the guysogle her?I know some guys just like to watch their pretty wives or girlfriendsflirt with other men. I suppose they feel good about that. Anyway, Igotta go. Later."Bree's comment, "Some guys feel good about that," kept lingering in mymind.Just then Brooke, our youngest, pop into the kitchen. Brooke had a babydoll type of top on her with her small. On the other side of the lake I put the small frame. Because of the lightning, I made sure they were far from the trees.We drove into a small town and shopped and just waited for the storm. Three hours later it started to pour. An hour after that we were treated with the wildest lightning strikes the region had ever seen. I know because it was in the weekly paper that came out. When we picked up the portals we found rocks split from the heat and dead fish floating in the lake. I wasn't happy.