He was very interested in our stories and over a few evenings together, lubricated with drinks, Scott learned all about us. I mean everything... Ashle...’s exploits, the Hot Wife thing, swinging, nude beaches, polyamory and bisexuality. I’m not exactly sure why I told him all that. Scott just exuded a sincerity that evoked trust and he was one hellava interviewer/listener. Besides all that, I knew he really loved our stories and it pretty much was a one sided dialogue in the beginning because he. I was impressed that she was confident enough to do that. Most of the women dyed their hair ridiculous colors, in an attempt to look younger. The minimum age to get into the place was sixty-five, so it seemed stupid to me. I never understood vanity.Eventually, I found out that my walking companion's name was Eleanor.Eleanor was married to Frank Stryker, a retired Air Force Colonel. The Strykers lived in the biggest unit in the whole complex, and he flaunted that fact every chance he got. Just. "I hope I'll get to meet you tonight." I'll be here," Blake replied, trying to sound hard again, but still sounding uncertain."Good. I look forward to meeting you," Caleb replied. "Thanks. Goodbye," Caleb said, and hit the end button on the phone to break the connection.Caleb looked at the phone and thought, "That didn't go too bad. I hope it goes better tonight, though." He didn't sound friendly," Al observed. "He has never met you. Why was he unfriendly?" He is a teenager," Caleb explained. If I did then my relationship with all of my family members would change, drastically and forever, but at least we had a chance of remaining together.In the latter case the change would have to start with my fellow coconspirators, my two younger sisters. From across the pool, they looked right at this moment like they were ready either to flee in panic or collapse from stress. I could not see it but I could tell they were trembling.I shook my head at nothing in particular. I took a deep breath..