I was eating a Magnum ice cream, enjoying my day off. That's when shit got hectic. There was rap on the door. "Ah fuck it, for real? Yeah, yeah, hang ...n - Jesus." Bang bang, the door went again. I flung the door back. "Jesus, ALRIGHT! Lisa?" I stood aghast, it was my pal Lisa from facebook. How to explain Lisa? Its tough, she is somewhat a force of nature. Lisa sings for a metal outfit called Death's Hand and, when in character, she goes by the stage name of Blonde Witch of the North. As her. Me and Debbie sat atthe garden table with a iced wine cooler enjoying a cigarette and aglass of wine in the afternoon heat."You got a party this weekend?" I asked."Yeah, Saturday night in Stirling," Debbie replied."How do you both cope with it?" I asked scraping some ash of the tip ofmy cigarette with the edge of the ashtray."Ok. It's not a threat to us, neither of us goes looking for anyone elsejust for fun with other people," she said."Yeah but have you never, you know." Never what?" Well. Everyone had to be happy as they continued kissing, and David moved his right hand up to unfasten the buckle loop on the left side of her bib, allowing her left breast to push that side of the bib down, exposing that breast completely.They broke their kiss, and as David covered my wife’s three-inch wide areola and thick nipple with his mouth to suckled her, Katie smiled, and said, “I hope you’re really hungry, David, because my girls are about to burst.”Everyone gathered around to watch, as. ”“Hold up,” I said as she pulled on my arm.I was in the mood to party, but I had done the topless bar scene many, many times. Table dances at twenty dollars a pop, can put one in the poor house very quickly.“How much?” I asked.“Twenty dollars,” she replied.“No,” I replied, “I want more than a rub or a tug.”“We can’t do that in here,” she whispered, her hand resting on my crotch, her fingers pressing against the budge in my jeans.“You can, if you want to,” I pressed.“Oh, I’d love to,” she said,.