”Both the men continued thinking about the day’s events as they drove. Don barely slowed to the posted speed limit when they drove through Wilsons...Mill. Randy shouted, “Hey. Ya forgot my truck, Don.”“No I didn’t, Randy. You’re coming home with me and we’re going to talk about this some more. I want Mona in on this, and I think we need Slim too.”“Mona? Man, I don’t know. She’s pretty tight with Shirley. I guess Slim’s okay but why ya wanta get him involved?”“You know we were all four tight in. When in college I was not an English major. I am not a writer. If you look through this tale looking for grammar mistakes, spelling and punctuation errors you will find them. This is not written for an English grade. It is written to explain our sexual exploits, and to give you a hard on.Hopefully it will aid you in getting your significant other to enter the swinging life style. If they have the right mindset they will enjoy it. I know I have. You CAN NOT be jealous when you see another. If we fall in, the rider takes off on his horse to a predetermined point that would leave us lying in the mud along the bank of the river. Fortunately, we’ve never needed it.There was a new man in charge of the Council Bluffs trading post this year, but he’d evidently talked to the rest of our people and was waiting for me when I got across.“Is it true that you take widders and orphans from the different Indian tribes to your home?” he asked me.When I confirmed it, he continued, “The Oto and. Ping's face was heavily glazed by the time he was finished and Pong was soaked as well. They wiped themselves off and ran to the pool. Bond settled back into the deck chair and sipped his drink but the melted ice had made it tastless by this time. He watched the girls. Ping was at one end of the pool and Pong was at the end with the spring board. "One...two...three," the girls called out in unison. Pink had hit the water first and a bright flash blinded Bond momentarily. He could see Pong in.