It started with Ruthie confessing that she was not a virgin, losing her cherry in high school. She had been engaged at one time, her fiancé almost le...ving her at the altar, by abandoning her just one week before the wedding.She declared she had always been a one-man woman and could not stand the thought of having multiple partners or wife swapping, as Nan had done. "Really Ralph, my fetish doesn't involve other people to any great extent. If we marry, I will always be true to you, just as I. ” The robbery at the Wrigley poker game.I met JK at Harry’s Country Club in the West Bottoms. Or River Market, as some prefer to call it. It’s close to my office in the stockyards and a favorite hangout for JK. The joint isn’t a club and isn’t in the country. It’s just a down-to-earth bar and restaurant.JK is another of my part-time freelancers. Like Buster Fagin. Like the portly Tony Gonzales who helped me out on a stamp scam a while back.JK looks like a racetrack tout. Or how the movies. “Geez honey, you go around grabbing ass like that in the locker room you are gonna make some girl get all wet.”“Maybe so, but what can I say I love a firm round ass.” replied Amber. Sam and Amber walked into the house quietly so as not to awaken Amy. Amy, Sam's other daughter was less than a year younger than Amber. Sam watched Amber strut up the stairs, each ass cheek flexing and resting with the steps. It wasn’t the first time she had found herself checking out younger girls including her. It had a golf course and bar/restaurant nearby to our house. We soon joined a card group which met on Friday nights. The group included the mayor of the small town. He was a very overweight (350+) single man in his early 70’s. Everyone kind of suspected he was gay, but no one ever talked about it.Our card sessions were also a chance for everyone to get drunk. We all did, including the mayor who consumed copious amounts of gin. We often did not sit by our spouse. The mayor seemed to want to sit.