Our heels clicked along theconcrete floor of the school as we headed toward the gym. "Please Karengive us our clothes back and let us go!" Both girls ...aughed as theypulled us along. "Ok girls in here." Karen opened the door to the boyslocker room and we walked in. "Over here girls and make it snappy! Now Iwant you to wrap your arms around each other." Chris put his arms aroundme and we pulled each other close. Without warning my wrists werehandcuffed together and so were Chris's!" "What's goin. .she thinks your one of the most handsome men she's ever known, by the way."I actually blushed a little."She is expecting you tonight...around eight."**As I walked across the street to Betty's my mind tried to process what my wife had told me. Betty had not had sex for a long, long time, maybe fifteen years, due to Phil's illness before he passed away. Phil had been her one, and only, lover. Betty didn't know if she had ever had a real orgasm. Betty's experience with sex was very limited, she. This provision was to Baby's advantage. Lisa was bisexual andAl was not.Lisa's rational on only being able to see people of the same sex wasthat they could offer something in the bedroom which either Al orherself could not. Her man could never satisfy Lisa when she craved thea woman's touch. The relationship would not be fair if all of his sexualdesires were met as hers were not. Lisa also saw it as both of themhaving the same freedom. Al not taking advantage of the situation ofbeing able to. Sweltering, sticky, and steamy, the oppressive heat of Louisiana was more than a colorful, descriptive alliteration for dramatic effect from a Mark Twain novel. From the moment he emerged from the Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport, Donald started sweating like a pig. He hailed a cab and headed for his swanky Bourbon Street hotel so he could wash off the perspiration and calm his nerves. In the heart of all the action, in the center of the city, he could look out his window.