When we were visiting, and you andMike had gone somewhere (you could drive already), we were watching TV,and I started dancing to some music, and she ...rabbed me and slapped mereal hard and screamed, and he got mad at her and told her not to.Remember we left real suddenly the next day.And yeah, she had lots of catalogues and stuff about boarding schools,and I think I'd have started in January if I had been hers. But I'm not supposed to talk about that with you, so can we talk aboutsomething. ”I squinted through the floodlights for a second look, andthat’s when I noticed the balding man tagging alongbehind her. Surely this gorgeous blonde wasn’t with thatold fruit! He looked like somebody’s insurance salesman –or the guy who does your taxes!They both walked over to a booth and sat down oppositeeach other. So they were together! Go figure!As soon as they were settled in their seats, I saw thewoman lean over and say something to him. The guy jumpedright. She had been raised in a household where her father and brothers put down and even despised "faggots," and she had been socialized to hold those cultural views at a deep ingrained level. Those men in her family were probably, like most homophobes, closet homosexuals, and so somehow their hate was laced with a barely hidden eroticism. Nikki had picked up on that, too.Nikki sat up, moved close, watching intently. Putting her hand on the back of my head, she began to direct my speed and depth, all. There was Sylvia as well, talking to her son in law Jack. Now Sylvia was dressed more conservatively than the other three but still wore tight jeans and high heeled boots looking sexily smart. Val had to admit she looked pretty good after all she was old enough to have an adult daughter. Sylvia stayed in the bar with Jack as the others went in to the restaurant for a meal.It was only the three of them, as the Cock was never busy, a dying pub in a dying village. Jack offered to buy Val a drink.