Then Jody stood up carefully, looking to Myron for further instruction. ?Now you gwine to go to the treadmill, and run forabout half an hour. Mister S...mms called a few days back from his vacationand said you legs too fat, could we jungle bunnies work on you, and you know wewill!? That was just like Jody?s husband, Garland-Fitzhugh Simms. Hewould enrage the blacks with his racism, and they?d take it out on Jody whilehe and his nasty little bimbo Jillian sunned themselves in the Caribbean. Not. Hoskins started moving down in front of where we were seated, quietly urging all of us to get up and go find a girl to dance with. Half the boys got up right away and started hurrying over to ask the prettier girls to dance, the other half just stayed glued to their chairs, hoping I guess, that they'd be overlooked in the confusion, and not have to dance right away. Mr. Hoskins turned back, and this time he urged us to get up in a far more insistent voice. I got up then, as did most of the. I found out that the name referred to the club’s preference for mature members in their 40s and older, with gray or graying hair, but as it turned out, there were also both white and black members. This was just the type of club that I was looking for, because I preferred to associate with mature people. As you would expect, most of the members were men, but there were also a few women who belonged, some being the spouses of male members.The club had about 100 members and met monthly in a. " A waitress came to their table to taketheir orders. Sandy asked for the biggest, greasiestcheeseburger on the menu, and another beer. To hell withAshley Vaughn and her fucking diet. It was great being aguy again."Can I have your autograph?" the waitress asked out of theblue. "You're Ashley Vaughn, right?" Yes." The bartender said your driver's license was in adifferent name, and that your picture was a littledifferent. I told him I was sure it was you." Ashley Vaughn is my stage name, and I.