I went out and paid her for the night and gave her a nice big tip. She asked why I didn't come in and that she would have given me a freeby! I thanke... her and said maybe next time. I went back in and found Jim waiting for me at the bar. His brother was shitfaced by this point and was being taken home by his other friends, so I turned to Jim and asked if he was ready to go home. He said yes. We drove back to his place and we went in for a nightcap. Well things got hot as soon as the door closed. It’s not that I hadn't noticed her. She was probably the sexiest woman in town, bar none! She would walk into my shop in high heels, a well fitting dress and big floppy hat looking like a 50s pin-up with flame red hair, a more than ample bust and toned legs that went up to her curvy hips and round derriere. My breath would stop short and, try as I might to be a proper married man, I couldn't help but see her as sexual! She would come in for some minor problem with her bicycle and plop herself. .. and his Mr. Ace! Who was he? Mr. Ace! That absurd alias, or was it a title of sorts... ? She tried to think of when they had talked about such an individual and couldn't. Yet, the name had registered with her! Mr. Ace... He would pay ten-thousand American bucks for you... !Dianne shook her head and drank heavily from her glass. So much had happened so quickly between them... and Sergeant... ! God, she thought, her half-morbid, half-invigorated mind racing back and forth between the somber. I recognized two of the girls who where entwined together in a lesbian clinch, (they were a friends two young daughters, who I'd often eyed-at in the garden), anyway, they were both kissing and sucking on each other’s tongue as two youths were ramming their cocks into the sister's hairy cunts.They spotted me, and called me over, I hesitated, but relented, and approached the writhing mass or bodies; Jessica, one of the sisters spoke "Hiya Terry, how are you?, do you like what you see?" ... I.