We rode for nearly an hour in rush hour traffic, which means we didn’t go very far. The limo pulled into a line of cars and I was surprised to see t...at we were lined up to go to a basketball game! The limo was waived out of line and directed to a different entrance than the one used by the hoi polloi. The chauffer drove down a private drive and we were let out at a secluded bank of elevators.There were about a dozen men waiting for elevators as we climbed out of the limo. They stared. A man stood in the doorway, clearly not pleased. I lost my erection. "Are you fucking my wife?" he demanded. "Sorry," was all I could stammer.He looked at his wife. "And are you enjoying it?" "Very much," she replied. Oh shit, I thought. "So was I," he said. " I've been watching you all along. She's good, isn't she Simon?" "What?" "Hope you don't mind. I'm Gary by the way. You and Julie were both well into that weren't you... sorry if I spoiled it." Suddenly it dawned on me. "I've been used!". I said, “Meet you inside? I’m a bit late getting back to the bandstand.”“Sure, Jack, play me something pretty.” She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I want another dance. Okay?” She pulled away.“Okay, lady, I’ll look forward to it!” I rushed into the men's room, took a stall and pissed like a racehorse. Kissing and fondling make my heart race. I double-timed back to the stage.“I saw that kiss, man!” John said and smiled knowingly. “Her idea or yours?”“Totally hers. I wasn’t. I was of that frame of mind, as were most of my uptime companions, and some of my other people. Even Sygor was ready to call it quits; of course, only after Winslow was dead.I stood back and looked at the man through my binoculars. He was seated on a folding stool at the top of the knoll, alone and holding a pistol. I frowned on seeing that and wondered what he intended to do with it. It appeared to be the only weapon he was carrying.“What gives?” Dunbar asked me after taking a quick look at.