"You still interested in those guys that used to run dog sleds around here?" Yeah," Mike said. "You hear of one?" I found one," George explained. "It ...ook some asking around. You still want a story on him?" Who is it?" Mark asked."Old guy over in Warsaw," George explained. "Must be close to 80. Worked in the mill, but he ran a trap line on the side for maybe twenty years, all with a dog team, and gave it up about the time snow machines got popular. Jim Horton. You know him?" The Jim Horton. I said that there would be no problem and he said he would sort out a costume for me. The day of the party arrived and his friends, most of whom were in their fifties and sixties, arrived and made themselves comfortable. The outfits varied from long robes covering them from head to foot and one guy with just leather straps around his body revealing his genitals for all to see. Edward told me to undress as he had my costume ready and as he said it with a grin I knew I was in for it and he. You start to go red-faced not knowing what to say, then Dave says "man your one hot looking woman". Your stunned and don't know whether to get up and walk out or stay. One part says LEAVE the other says STAY. You could smell the horneyness in the room as you started to check the guys out. You looked at Dave from the side and looked down between his legs and seen an enormous bulge. Looking across the room to Jerome you could see him adjust his bulge also. You looked over towards the wall and you. Sean already had Sara wrapped around him. It was a while before we all came up for air."We weren't sure you would be here," Annie told me when we could talk again."We usually work half-a-day on Saturday and are closed on Sunday and Monday," I told her and then asked, "Is anything wrong?" No, we just wanted to see you again," Annie answered."We're glad to see you, too. We thought about you every day," I told her. The truth is we did more than think about them in private in our separate.