"Uh, uh of course Janie! Um, here's the list." He handed it to me, but dropped it purposely. "Oh, sorry," he said fakely."That's alright," I said hone...-sweet. I bent over, and I saw him inch over to look under my ass at my naked pussy. I was naughty and had decided to skip my panties. I heard him shudder ever so softly. I smiled and got up. "What?" Um, nothing," he said, but I saw his hands cup over his big erection. "It's just...I noticed you weren't wearing any underwear and..." Oh, but you. A bit more than we should but it was fun, Herbert would rub my back and my legs as we sat at the table, and he would hold me close and massage my ass as we danced, a couple of other men cut in on us so I danced with them also, they were rugged looking black men, it looked strange me a 50 year old sightly over weight white women dancing with guys who could be my sons, Herbert told them he was my husband so things didn't get to out of hand, although they did feel my ass and boobs up.Herbert and I. In a neighborhood with a lot of Spanish-speaking people. The soon-to-be Martinez-only home was on the left side of a shabby duplex. I rang the bell, no sound, then knocked. Bear stood off to the side.Ventura, the pride of Texarkana, had been asleep. Probably exhausted from a rigorous résumé rehab. He was yawning, an unlit cigarette between thin lips. He hadn’t shaved for a couple of days and hadn’t bathed for longer than that.Wife-beater, saggy boxer shorts. Barefoot, grimy toenails. Be still. ’ In truth, Chris had a point. The vehicle was old, worn, and only marginally ‘running’. The only reliable part was, ironically, the alarm. The chirp of Zack’s remote rang out. Both men stopped short as a rumbling noise began. Suddenly the car seemed to explode and rearrange itself. It was too quick to follow – a fraction of a second – but now a shining, detailed sports car lay before them, a giant spoiler mounted on the back. ‘Whoa…’ they both exhaled, exchanging swift, stunned glances..