"But it has to be a dress. I was toldit has to be a dress...I'm sixty, it can't be girly..."Fred turned to the saleslady. "You are the professional he...e. Athleticstyle dress in shades of steel-blue and silver. May I try my tees onnow?"Fred tried his selection and went to pay for two that suited best. He hadto wait because the saleslady was with the woman looking for anotherdress. They found something at last, and the woman went to change. Thesaleslady came to the cash register."Will you wait. Some guy in a security vest demanding the arrest of a cheerleader is a poor reason to delay the start of the game. I watched her shake her ass and shimmy her pom-poms. The sparkle and glitter always accompanied by a smile of excellent teeth. She hailed the home-team as they took the field, the short little cheerleader with all the pep. The game began and I turned to face the crowd. I tried not to look back over my shoulder. I didn’t want her to see me. I didn’t want to see her. I just wanted. Was she fucking Billy because she needed more than I could give? I seemed to be able to do the job in the evenings and on the weekends, but was my wife a nympho and she had to have it during the day also? It really didn't matter as far as I was concerned. Cheating was still cheating.Thursday night was another 'twofer' night and again I made no move to pull Beth into a sixty-nine. If she noticed she didn't mention it.Friday at work I was too busy to spend much time thinking about Beth and my. We walk up to his place and he says sit out there its too small in here,do you want a beer? Sure and I walk up to grab them,and I see Ken the brother in there.I say hello,I am Karen.You must be Ken.He says yes nice to meet you and smiles.I notce he is good looking as his sister is.I can only think of him ramming his sister moments earlier.Al tells us to enter and warns how small it is in here.We sit at this very small atble ,I sit across Ken and as we all slide in our legs are bumping.We settle.