George had never tried this – Judy always said it was ‘dirty’ even with a condom, so she never let him do it. “I’ve … I’ve never tried i...” he blurted out. She kissed him gently and said: “Now’s your time to try; I really like doing it!” She licked his nipples and stroked his balls and cock until it was really hard. She ran tongue across his stomach and down towards his cock. She slipped a condom over his cock and started to lick its tip. He responded by stroking her soft breasts. She slipped. She sucked the pulpous flesh of her lower lip in to bite it. The elevator hummed. It vibrated through the thin leather soles of her shoes Soft metallic music hung in the air. It seemed suspended by invisible spider webs.Why was she here? What made her do this? Why hadn't she turned right at the exit of the restaurant where she worked to go home, as she always did? Home to feed the fat cat. To sit down and watch the end of a Cheers' rerun she had seen at least three times? Then take a lukewarm. ”“You are very strange, Steve,” Jorge said.“Welcome to the club,” Stephie said. “Once you figure that out, you’re in!”That evening, Bethany arrived about 6:00pm and Carla showed up a few minutes afterwards. They joined us for dinner and when we finished eating, the three of us went to the ‘Indian’ room to hang out for a bit. We talked for about fifteen minutes and then Bethany asked Carla to take a walk with her. It was still about 90°F outside at 7:30pm, so I was glad they didn’t invite me to. Butch planned to become a mortician. My dreams were hazy, diffused and not terribly important at the moment. Butch and I had the world by the tail. Blond haired, blue eyed, the more unsure and somber one of our two, I was. Butch, darker, funnier, knew exactly the direction he was going. ‘Brendan, can you be my best man? We’d have to take leave and fly to Indianapolis.’ ‘Sure, I’d be honored to be your best man Butch. When is it?’ ‘June 6th. We both stay with my folks.’ We got measured for.