Old and horny, all they do is stare, and wish. Well I am not going to be that way. Hell, he told himself, I’ve got life in these lungs of mine. Let�...�s see if I can get out and play with them today. Go for it, he thought. Just do it. “Hey Cassie, mind a fourth?” he said out of nowhere. Again, as she turned, she smiled. “Sure, I don’t care. Why not? It’d be fun.” Cool and double cool. They teed off. She happened to hit near him so the two walked up the same side of the hole. They talked, casually.. Then, when she got back, she left me chained up while she bonked the guy senseless in the next room. By the time he left, I was so hot for it that we just fell on each other. There were a few more times like that. Somehow it was always me that ended up in rope or handcuffs or straps. But, then, that was how I liked it.Joe found the tales a turn on all right. But they didn't make him want to try any of it.I guess it seemed more that he felt it wasn't right for him, or for him and me. But it. He knew that Debbie loved him, he was sure of it, and he knew that he loved her--so that made it all right about taking the money from her father to set them up in housekeeping. But would she marry him if he asked her, would she marry him right now? He thought that she would yes, he was sure of it, she loved him, she would jump at the chance to become Mrs. Tony Clark.That's what he would do, all right, he thought with mounting excitement. He would marry Debbie and move out of his uncle's place. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a husband. Of course, bruiser could be a lover. Only one way to find out."Would you like me to call your husband or boyfriend to help you back to your apartment?" I held my breath. It.