"What are you saying? What is that? That's not mine, Darien," she replies, keeping herself remarkably composed."Agatha ... Please ... Don't deny this....I bet, if you open your purse, you have more in there."Agatha is speechless. She looks at Darien, fuming, without a word coming out of her mouth."My nephew is a crackhead too, so I know you tend to deny these things, even to yourselves. I just ... I just never expected this from you. You are so focused, so composed, I never knew you were into. I found myself avoiding him and him trying to come close to me. Consequently, I tried to spend time away from home, training with my cycling team, and hanging out with friends.Luckily, my mother arrived two weeks later, so this helped reduce the tension between us. Sexual tension? I guess so, because, in a way, I realized Tom wanted to fuck me again, and I even felt like having another moment of lust with him. Nevertheless, I had to be rational and understand that this could only get us into. We headed upstairs and found that a party was already in progress. Let me just say, that swinger clubs can be kinda hit and miss with respect to the type of people they attract.It is not uncommon to go to a club and be surrounded by fat, bald, small dicked men, or toothless, STD ridden hags. I don't know if it is typical for Thad's but the ladies here were hot, and they men were in shape and hung (for the most part).Back to the couples room, there were 3 girls and about 5 guys, going at it on. I'll keep ya posted on John's condition."I rode back to the ranch deep in thought. There had to be something else that we weren't thinking about. What the hell could it be? Why would somebody want a particular piece of land out here in the middle of nowhere? Right now, the only thing I could see was water. I was ready to write off gold; this just wasn't gold country. Sure, there was gold south and west of here in New Mexico, but there never was any reported around Hixville or the Circle JB.But.