Carol even said it was OK with her if I fucked her twenty year old step daughter Angie. No late night TV for us. Instead we still liked to hit the loc...l bars where we trolled for fun loving couples like us. We met Kate and Al at a local singles bar and they introduced us to a local swingers group they belonged to. We had been to several “parties” and Carol loved to fuck around especially with the younger guys. Carol had no trouble getting men and an occasional lady. On this Friday night it. She wondered how long they’d been sitting there, abandoned and unused. What was behind those dark, old windows, and did anyone ever go up there? She imagined endless lonely nights passing year after year with no one ever entering those old high-ceiling rooms upstairs, as dust drifted through late-afternoon sunbeams slanting in through the tall windows facing the street. She pictured in her mind those two tattooed men dragging her by the arms up a darkened stairwell to the upper floor of that. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. "Hi honey. What are you doing home early?" Kelli what the fuck's going on here?!"At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. "What's it look like we doing, genius? I'm dicking your old lady. Now get out of here fuckshit I ain't finished." Better go downstairs dear," Kelli said, smiling. "I'll be down later to explain."Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs poured myself a drink and then another. I. On the rare occasions that I have to do meetings, I usually prefer to be early, very early, to scope the scene well in advance. Having had no sleep for a couple of days, I instead opted to take a long nap. Getting there early wouldn't do me any good if my brain couldn't think. I'd need my wits working, and would probably also need a good dose of my knack as well.I drove the van with the Pollock in the back to a nearby parking garage about three blocks from the museum. Too close, but I needed.