A fantasy.We agreed to be open enough, if indeed we were bold enough, to put our most secret desires on paper. It didn't mean they would ever be reali...ed. It was a built-in failsafe perhaps, just because Carol or I had a desire or wish, didn't mean it would be the others. Nor that it would ever be fulfilled. It might in fact remain forever within the realm of our "fantasy jar" as we now called it. But it was also to be understood, don't put in the jar what you don't want to happen either.Seeing. Forty-five years old – check. Divorced – check and double check on that detail. Previously wrote for a music industry magazine – check, with lots of concert reviews and marketing articles bearing his by-line available on line. She even searched the weblog www.littlegreenfootballs.com, where, Dan had said, he often posted acerbic political comments under the nom de web “kibitzer.” He did. She even searched on the name “Laurie Warshaver,” Dan’s Princeton classmate whom Dafna said had made “love. Marcy told me that the dancers had to complete a basic skills test before being hired. I said really and she went on to tell me that test also included make up and personal hygiene. She told me that the dancers male and female alike also were part of a union of sex workers. The union provided protection from over active prosecutor’s along with health benefits, including regular testing for common diseases such as HIV and Hepatitis. That said she told me it was about time for the local chapter. “No more! Let her go!”Then the huge black man addressed to his mates:“Do what you want to her and let them go. Twenty minutes, no more.”He opened the door and left, closing the door behind him.The taller of the two young men turned to Anita, who was still on her knees and sobbing. He brought out a semi erect penis which he tapped lightly on my wife`s cheek as his friend moved behind her, rubbing at her pussy under her skirt as he fumbled his cock out.“Please, No!” Screamed Ana, almost crying in.