Still, Saul Kovacs — this was good, she’d had to listen to her husband drone on about his contempt for the man more than a few times when she made...the mistake of asking about his day. She was perfectly happy to take advantage of her husband’s money, but she could care less about his petty troubles. She was a trophy wife, after all, and to a closeted gay husband at that. She tucked the cash into her purse. (This too, was not strange, she had a boring, easy life and one of her few little joys. ‘No, he isn’t usually like that. It’s just…’ ‘The people.’ Ann supplied. Cassie nodded. ‘Well, unfortunately, these people are something we must tolerate. Chris and I don’t like it, Dad can handle it, because he only sees the best in people, and everyone else I know fawns over them. With the exception of you and your friends.’ ‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’ ‘It was a compliment. So, do you have any plans for the day?’ ‘No,’ Cassie said, ‘Other than having some designs I need to finish, I. I pulled into the first pump. I then filled up my Blazer. I went inside to give the girl a $100. I took a quick trip to the bathroom. I then got back in my SUV. I turned around and head back toward the main road. It was close to noon. I was about mile and half from the main road. I started to slow down. I could see a girl walking on the right hand shoulder of the small two lane road. I slowed down some more when I saw what she was wearing. She was maybe 5ft 2, with shoulder length dirty blonde. The only difference between the activities then and now was that several of the consorts were fucking their female admirers, rather than just allowing themselves to be sucked and fondled by them. One of the consorts even seemed to be taking a particularly passionate woman in her tight puckered anus.As they moved through the crowd, a few steps behind John and Pandora, Calliope and Melinda flitted back and forth, whispering and giggling with the other women.A murmur of excitement spread through.