” “ Really? Who are they?” “ I'm not telling,” I said. “ I'll bet I can guess anyway.” “ I'll never tell,” I said. “ Anyway,�...� she said. “If you don't get married how can you join our swinger's club?” “ You have a swinger's club?” “ Of course not. That would be scandalous wouldn't it?” “ Who alls in it?” I asked. “Jenna and Bruce Watkins?” “ No,” she said. “We are not in a swinger's club with Jenna and Bruce Watkins.” “ Bruce,” I said. Then stopped because I didn't want to finish my. Kris wasn't rich. Not yet. But he WOULD be, if he wrote the right book, and she was quite sure if he listened to her she could tell him how to write it. After all, she'd read at least ten or fifteen books. She liked the ones with pictures of muscled men on the covers, set in England, when people still rode horses and men took what they wanted from a woman. Kris wasn't like that. She'd managed to get him into bed a few times, but he wasn't helpless yet.She was thirty-six, though she'd told him. We skied together for the rest of the day and then adjourned to the lodge for the après-ski events. I was finding myself feeling attracted to her as a person, instead of a bed partner. For the first time in my memory, I was actually interested in a woman for her own self. That was a very strange feeling for me, and a completely new position for me to be in.We never really talked much about her job, or what she did for an income. The answer, no matter how I asked the question, was always that. Eleven o'clock came and there was still nothing from his wife. He would usually hear her shutting the taxi door and searching for her house keys in her bag while talking to the taxi driver around ten o clock most weeks. He felt uneasy and agitated. It was not just because he was now desperate to taste her, to grab her butt cheeks as she straddled him and slid up and down his shaft. Neither was it frustration at not being able to anticipate her orgasm build, then feel her gush as she writhed and.