Lamps on the few cabaret tables emit muted pools of light accentuating the rich, deep hues of the walls. Elijah looks out at the assembled crowd with...eyes glassy with lust. His hands travel down her arms, reassuringly sensual. The glossy platform in which pair perform is brightly lit and it is the undisputed focus of all the room's eyes. Heavy, red curtains hang on either side of the stage, framing their foreplay. Only he is close enough to detect the tremour in her and even he is unsure of. There are fifteen of us in the group; all around the mid thirty to mid fifties age range. We always meet in Simon’s house. He is fifty, single, and owns a secluded old manse and chapel He has decked out the chapel with seating, fancy lighting, an amazing sound system, even a projector for the films/TVWe often play games and bet on them. I have lost one of these bets, don’t ask me what it was, I don’t know, but I have the feeling that it was something very stupid like the toss of a coin. The. She might still show up. He got his kite from behind the seat, along with his bag of gear. Hanging the strap of the bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his chair and cooler of soda. He went to his normal spot and set up his chair. Then he began to put his stunt kite together. When the kite was ready, he began to play out the lines carefully. When he had them stretched out, he walked back to get the kite. He attached the four lines to the four points on the kite harness. Walking back to his chair,. ' Right now, Pete, it's the most fun I've had. Good luck and let me know what you decide."Pete felt good about the conversation with Sandor. He was right, of course. He wasn't an unbiased observer. He wanted Pete to play and the longer the better. But his wife, Gina, was right too. "Make sure it's still fun." Brenda had said something similar to him a year ago when his first contract was renewed. Despite the fact that he wasn't playing for a perennial winner, he still felt good about playing.