Please do not republish this without my permission, giving credit to me as the writer and posting the link for the original.) It's a hot night in LA. ...y attention is focused on the band on the stage. The singer, a man with long wavey strawberry blonde hair, has just started to play the guitar solo his fingers move extremely fast but smoothly...almost like a spider moving across the neck of the guitar. The vibration of the music through the air is like electricity on my skin. Before I know it I. “Why would a husband let you have two nights with his wife for just one night with yours?” demanded Dorothy.“Sherry? Would you please stand up and turn around slowly so these men have a better idea of exactly what they’d be getting?” was my response as my wife stood and spun fast enough to cause her skirt to float up and briefly expose her red thong.“Dorothy, take a look at the guys’ faces,” I insisted with a chuckle. “Every man here has a boner! They’re wondering if they can talk the wife into. I don't date her employees and she bails my skinny ass out of jail when I need it. It has worked out so far. I would like to keep her bailing my ass out of jail." Okay, so if you are going out to look for trouble, where are you going to begin your hunt?" she asked."8pm at the Cop Out," I said. Now I need to go get dressed,"Good enough," Edsel said.I figured Edsel would be very popular at the cop out and I could leave her in good hands. Probably several sets of good hands. I hadn't taken pizza. He pulled his hands from inside her suit and reached for them. He waited for her to flinch, to resist, to protest, but she didn’t, and when he cupped each of her little breasts in his hands she pressed forward, pushed them into his grasp. ‘They’re beautiul,’ he told her, making her smile. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, and that made her gasp. She twisted the bra around so that the other clasp was in front and undid it. The bra flew across the room, and for a moment she sat there proudly.