"You kids got a permit for this little striptease?" Right here, officer." Grant fished a piece of paper out of his backpack and handed it to the polic...man."Everything looks to be in order," the officer gave the form back to Grant and had a brief conversation with someone on his walkie-talkie. "I'll just stay here for a little while and make sure no one bothers you."A few minutes later an old lady walked up to him and started yelling at him."Why aren't you doing your job and arresting these. "Yes, that is why I am here. Is there a place in which we can talk?" Iasked."Why certainly! Right this why dear," she said very sweetly and began towalk towards a door. When she moved, it was very graceful, almost fluidlike.I followed in suite and as she lead the way down the corridors, Ifollowed. As we passed openings and such, I could see very beautifulwomen all around, smiling as they saw me. I would simply smile inreturn. After going down several corridors, we reached a huge door. . Standing behind his two nymphets, Steve just soaked in the way they looked, bending over the front edge of the couch. He savored the gentle slope of their backs, leading down to the adolescent flare of their hips and finally the center of his voyeuristic mind, their sex.There in front of him, was the petite labia of the cutest of little sexpots anyone could imagine. He savored the soft mounds. His eyes were drawn to that dimple, just beyond the juncture where their puffy outer lips narrowed.The. So I replied simply, directly and honestly."I have, but its been a while. You?" I never have, but... well sometimes I think about it. I think about what it would be like. And really... well, with you?I turned to face him. Although there was no moon, I could stil make out his face, and saw what looked like a hint of fear there. The cat was now out of the bag, and there was no putting it back. One of my best friends, a man I truly cared about and loved like a brother, a man I thought was so.