Even health insurance.”I said, “Fuck me.”Vanessa said, “Walker?”“Oh, he’s not nearly good enough to turn pro. Even if he practiced eight... ten hours a day. But his little team is now second in their league.”I said, “Team? He’s on a team? What, classmates?”Pilar remained serene at the naivety at the table, “No, Winter. It’s international — Germany, Latvia, Korea. Dozens of countries. Six players per side.”Another generational chasm. At 33, Vanessa and I are just too old. Later we quizzed Walker. He smiled and then spit in his hand and rubbed it on my ass for lubrication. He then slid his finger inside slowly until it went in all the way. I was moaning the whole time. He then slid a second finger in my ass and went up and tickled my g-spot. "Oh fuck yeah baby, just like that, oh yeah!" I yelled.He then turned me around and wrapped his warm, wet, silky lips around my throbbing cock while still finger fucking me. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. He sucked my dick and then. No matter what I said, you could not understand. Over our last few days, this single subject would crop up in every conversation. There was never an end. Your life seemed consumed by it. For my part, I could not understand why I wasn't I enough for you. If you loved me so much, why did you need another woman involved? So we were at a standstill, an impasse, going nowhere. Our time together was spent on this issue. On the final day we were together, it was the main topic of conversation. Neither. But I feel Valerie’s eyes on me sometimes and it feels like such blasphemy to do something like that here, near her. It feels wrong touching anyone else.Around midnight things are winding down. The band is tired. Theresa is hammered and Tom is embarrassed, apologizing to his grandmother after Theresa knocks off her wig.Valerie sits at her table alone, texting. Who? I wonder. Probably her boyfriend.Tom says he’s a lawyer, or trying to be a lawyer. He says he has his shit together and treats her.