" Got time for a drink? There's a bar just up the road. Five minute walk, tops. On me."Mike smirked. "You're buying? I'm not gonna pass up free booze....Come on, let's--" His cell phone warbled just as he stood. "Fuck, if this is Harve, I'm gonna..." He trailed off as he gazed at the caller ID. "Huh. No name, and I don't recognize the number." He flipped it open and lifted it to his face. "Hello?"He heard a tiny sound, like crackling, then silence."Hello? Someone there?"A low rumble, like air. Verine said, "Haven't you seen women before, Bill?" Not many as beautiful as you two," I answered. "I am sorry for staring."Verine smiled really big and said, "You look if you want. I am glad that you think I am beautiful."Erma nodded smiling, "What she said."I watched for a few more minutes and got self-conscious, so I walked back to our camp. I spread out the blanket and lay down.In a few more minutes the girls came up and lay down beside me and snuggled up on each side of me. The night was. One of the guys Margo dated was even into swinging and Margo tried it and liked it.But with Margo everything had rules. They could swing or swap as long as both of them agreed. Margo told every man she dated that she hated cheaters. Most listened, one didn't. Margo had been dumped close to ten times and never held it against her ex's, but not one of them had the balls to cheat on her 'till she met Roger.Roger Baker was every woman's dream: rich, successful and hung. But Roger had one problem —. “Not as impressive as you.” I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her and squeezing her butt cheeks."Hurrumph," a man cleared his voice and interrupted our kiss.I felt like a six year old getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar.“Dad, this is Frank.”“Hello, I'm Nick. Nicholas Hunter.” He reached out his right hand.I shook his hand firmly. “Frank. Frank McGannon. Glad to meet you.”“McGannon? Not the McGannon’s of shipping are you?”“Nope, I'm from the McGannon’s of law enforcement. My.