“The guys have finished playing and some of them shall be going to the club; you are welcome to join inside, if you wish and walk in with me”. Rus...el invited her inside.Having no choice, she agreed. “I am at your mercy”. She said as she tagged along. “Oh, don’t worry; I shall be gentle”. Russel said as they entered inside to avoid the heat. It was a big hall with a huge bar against the wall having all mirrors behind it, a dance floor and a large pool table on the other side. One of the guys. “Sort of. Yes and no. I mean, she’d do anything I asked. Anything. But I had to ask. She never initiated anything in our entire marriage. Ever.”“Never?” asked Elyse, looking mildly shocked. Taking off her towel, she tossed it into a bin. Out of the bag she pulled a dress, stockings, and high-heeled sandals. She scooted up onto the counter next to me and shook out a stocking.“Not that I can recall,” I replied, shaking my head.Elyse slipped on the stocking and straightened it on her leg, then. I scanned the bar and came across Jameson '12. After all of us had a drink in hand the four of them reminisced about the previous night. Scott, my other friend was a bit older, around 45, began talking about how the party was great and how the lesbians were getting it on the night before. Interestingly enough, my ex-girlfriend was one of the lesbians unaware of her the actions she was involved with would come back to me. I found it amusing, yet when you are still involved with a circle of. He was one of the drivers we had passed earlier this morning. I remembered his bright yellow cap. I decided not to say anything and see how this went down. He saw us and after a moment, sauntered over to our table. “Excuse me,” he drawled, his southern accent readily apparent. “I’m sorry to bother you folks, especially since you are eating, but I am looking for a little company and thought maybe we could work out some kind of deal. “ I was hesitant, not understanding what he wanted. He.