As she was sitting at an outdoor setting he asked if she minded if he joined her. The expression on her face was comical for she was barely noticed at...any gathering and it was almost an act of desperation that she had come, she wanted so much to be recognized and be treated like a woman, however, when she was asked if she would like a drink she had difficulty in replying. "I ... I ... I would like that", she stumbled over the words."Coffee, tea or a cool drink?" he asked"I ... I don't mind,. " I said."Oh really, how much fun?" she replied."I do not know." I smiled."It is supposed to be full of black guys and it could be fun or at least different and exciting." I said."Do you have some kinky rules for me to follow?" she said."Well yes." I said. "I want you to wear a short stretchy skirt and a button up top, no bra, no panties, hose and heels." Well that takes care of the outfit, any other rules?" Yes." I said. "No crossing your legs and no pulling down your skirt. If you do then I. The traffic was really bad and I just got back." I spoke with Tom at his house at 6:30. He said you took a personal day today and didn't go to work! You also left your cell phone on the kitchen table so I couldn't reach you!" screamed Brandy. "You are a bad liar and a miserable fuck!" Now that we have that settled, I'm turning in, Sweetheart," I smiled. "I'm bushed." Settled? What's settled? So far we've determined you are telling me a lie. How about the truth?" demanded Brandy."I was. As the world around us came into focus, we started hearing voices, as if some people were talking. The more the voices became clear the more we started to realize that there was more than just one spectator.All of a sudden we heard a chorus of clapping and cheers from a small crowd of onlookers. I lifted my head away from my wife and looked around. There was not one guy, not even two guys. No, there were about 12 or more middle age to elderly men all dressed in fishing garb, standing around.