If you were inmy position, who would you pick?”“I’m the wrong guy to ask, Dan. I’d tell you to pickSharon.”“That&#...217;s what most people have told me.” Sharon was along, lean blonde, with a flat stomach, big blue eyes,and legs that seemed to go on forever. Lisa was aredhead, with green eyes, and a smattering of freckles.She was more rounded than Sharon, and shorter.“I know, most people would probably prefer Sharon. She’sthe type. The two women on the screen were locked in a sixty-nine, both lapping and licking each others pussies. I looked over at Linda and as she took a drink of her wine she winked at me and slowly slid her free hand down the neck of Joan's tee. A smile a mile wide had to of come over my face; I couldn't believe my wife was going for another woman, least of all our good friend of five years. A smile appeared on Joan's face also as Linda's hand reached her breast. She looked up at me then and asked if I. “Yes, Buttons,” she said. She often called her that hated nickname when she didn’t fully approve. “He’s a nice boy and good looking, and all that ... but you’ve got a future to think of. You and I, we’re going down the yellow brick road to something better than this town.” She took Maggie’s hands in hers and laughed and sang, “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!”Although Sue had abundant boys at her beck and call, including J.B., the star halfback on the high school. . a day ... One hundred thirty-five dollars ... a day ... every day. You guys think I’m gonna pass that up? And there’s TWO of them ... the little one pays Ninety-one bucks a day ... and she’s never bounced a check,” that got a glare and some guilty looks, “ ... besides the money ... that’s the most decorative bunch of women that ever graced a beach ... and they choose to tan on board in MY marina ... Wild Weasel suits they call ‘em. Next to nothing I call ‘em. No! I won’t move ‘em. I hope they.