.Well, I'll just blame it all on Larry Blanke! He got me started on many adventures, including a coed group skinny-dipping at the Holyrood Lake. There...I was, minding my own business (another line that I always wanted to use to start a story) playing pool and actually winning, when he came in flashing his money. He had found a job with an Oilfield Electric Contractor in Great Bend, KS just 30 miles from our home town of Holyrood (pop 601). He was making $1.25 per hour and working 80+ hours. He picked the undies up and then noticed the crotch in some of the knickers was stained and crusty. He knew instantly what the stains were, it was cum! "Oh god no" was all he could say. He knew Maria had been seeing someone else; after all they hadn't made love for several weeks, had they? He looked at the others and saw they were the same. Then he picked a skirt up. He hadn't seen this one before, it was a red Lycra mini skirt, shorter than her normal skirts and this had stains, similar to the. Any action going on tonight?"The friendly bartender leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner and pointed to a young man a little way down the bar. "See that tall blond-haired dude in the green jacket? I hear he's really hung and he's here by himself tonight." Pete was more than a bartender; he was also the unofficial matchmaker in the bar – some might have called him a pimp - but there was hardly ever money involved and he was good at it and earned the large tips he usually received."Thanks,. “When did you come back?” he asked. I rolled my eyes as if thinking hard and retracing my steps. If I said I came home while he was still in the house, he would have known I lied and the jig would be up. It’s not like I was afraid, he couldn’t do anything to me for finding out his little secret, but I didn’t want to challenge his notoriously bad temper. “Probably after midnight, I’m not sure. Why, dad?” I asked again, my face a mask of undivided attention. “There’s been a break in last night.”.