"Suppose I didn't like it? Suppose it didn't suit me?" Well, I guess you shouldn't wear it then, should you?" she repliedsoftly, then continued, "It's...not that I'm trying to force you intodoing something you don't want or like. Honest. I just think thatyou'll enjoy wearing it... after all there are plenty of men that do." Well... if I don't? Can I take it off right away?"She laughed. "Am I supposed to trust you? I can just see it. You put iton over your head. Then 'ooh no Lucy'! I don't like. She headed back towards the river, she wondered about seeing if she could get a taxi ride to the South Coast but then thought it would be risky. By the following morning her escape from a local hotel would be all over the papers and it was nearly 7pm already.She was crossing the road absent mindedly when she heard a siren and groaned. The Police car was coming straight for her and she dived out of the way, as the car screeched to a halt. For the second time in two days, she had been run over. I looked over and my wife was watching and seemed to be having a good time. I really wanted to go up to the stage and tip her but I was still nervous in front of the wife. Eventually I just decided to go for it and if she said no then all well, so I reached in my pocket and stood up. The wife then said "go put some money in her garder its fine". Suprised at that I went quick so she couldn't change her mind. When I walked up she didn't pull her garder out to make room for the money she pulled. She walked away and talked to her husband. I grabbed my drink and went back to talk to Janet.A couple of minutes later they came to us. Monica did the talking. Janet liked the guy, a tall bald guy with big muscles, the kind of guy you would see riding a Harley-Davidson. We all agreed on switching partners, so we moved to a room upstairs. When we entered the room, there were some naked couples having sex. The room was kind of big, and it had some large sofas and mattresses.We moved to a big.