See you at home."Give me my fantasy? I didn't have any fantasies. Why in the hell hadn't I been able to make her understand that? I sat in the booth a...other hour waiting for her to come back and then I went out to the car and waited another forty-five minutes before I accepted the fact that she wasn't coming back.As I drove home to Denver alone I thought back to how it all had started. It had been my birthday and my younger brother Ron had given me a subscription to Penthouse Letters. I really. Then I remembered that, since it was wash da,y I had found the oldest pair of shorts I had which were extremely tight and clung to every curve—they left nothing to the imagination—as well as the little white tank top that I had bought and shrunk a size too small but kept to wear around the house. It fell only just below my tits. Oh and no bra because, of course, those were all dirty as well. I’ve got to start doing laundry a little more often. "Hi, I’m Andy with Hubby Helper. I was told you. "Who all is going to play?" Miriam broke up Mavis' thoughts."He said if they can count on Phil, there will be Willie and Hank and Mickey and that old fart, Ben Clover," Connie counted off on her fingers. "Willie says five players makes a good game." And what do we women do while the men are playing cards?" Mavis continued to pout, feeling a cold gnawing deep in her tummy"Why, you've been to their card parties, honey!" Miriam chided. "We keep their glasses filled, sandwiches in their greedy. The power was out—common enough, in stormy weather—reducing my electric blanket to a thin layer of cloth. I knew there were more blankets in the linen closet ... but could I find it in the dark?I got up, shivering, wishing I'd brought pajamas, and grateful there was carpet between my bare feet and the concrete floor. I felt my way to the door of my room, then along the hall. Was the linen closet the third door? The fourth? I skipped the first door, whose cold surface told me it led to the.