Considering what we have been through over the last few hours it just doesn't seem normal at all, nothing does. The locals attitude toward us, the boy...and the griffin staring at you, nothing."I saw Ellen just nodding in agreement. As I sat listening to Chris, I was watching the boy, he seemed to be trying to decide what he should do. He looked at me and then at where the griffin had been standing and back to looking at me. Finally he seemed to make a decision and walked toward me slowly at. .. one of the many staff memberswho's only job, as closely as I could ever figure out, seemed to bewalking around and talking to people. What a job! Anyway, Rick and I haddeveloped a good friendship and especially since he and my father werevery good friends outside the club.Rick was probably in his mid-40's and it seemed like he was alwaystalking up some beautiful woman in the club... bringing them drinks,towels, and I suppose anything else they desired. The nice thing wasthat however busy. He confirmed it and said it was for sure a rough life and you were trash but made that oilfield cash as he glared those sparkling deep blue eyes at me and winked. I and my husband alike were totally infatuated with this man out of nowhere in our Midwestern little town fresh from working in the oilfield and in swamps and amongst our corn and beef country which is about all we have here.That is what my husband told him and I sat there googled school girl eyed at this man of men no doubt all but. My head is swirling as I lose track of myself in her kiss, like with no one before. I do not notice her sliding my negligee up until she breaks the kiss to remove it over my head. As I toss my hair free of the negligee the cold air of the air conditioner sends a shiver down my spine and through my body, making my nipples hard. I glance over to where he is sitting on the couch watching us like in the front row of his own private show with his drink in one hand and cock in the other. I smile.