What we had were two booths, really - one for the men and another for the women. The walls were plywood with black curtains for doors. Nails on the ba...e studs served as racks for hanging clothes and accessories. Two bare light bulbs in each booth rounded out the features. When we were getting ready before a performance, we would all be talking animatedly. Cries of, "Where's the murder weapon?" or "Has anyone seen my dustpan?" or even "Cigar! I need my cigar!" were so common that we hardly. " Yes", I said. "Even married ones." Do you?" She looked straight at me.Here it was, the moment of truth. Considering the conversation we just had there was no pointin holding back. "Yes I do. About once a day." Did you today?" Not yet. I probably will when I get home. This conversation has gotten me a little ..." Turned on?" she finished my sentence. She looked down at my crotch to see if there was any evidence. There was a little.I saw a little grin develop. She swatted me and said, "Better. Shall we, you and I? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? Shall we allow those clamped thighs to fall apart, to feel the soft breeze to play across our moisture coated skin? Shall we pull nectar infused air deep into our lungs and revel in the gorgeous aroma of our own wantonness? Shall we wriggle the smooth rounded globes of our. Mike looked a little surprised but said, "Go ahead, Bobbi. What's your suggestion?"She said, "The question to be resolved is what do we do now? Either we continue with our exploration mission or we search for Arnold and anyone with him. If we continue on, then we can read his manuscript in the evenings and eventually find out, I hope, where he is going or his travel habits. If we are searching for him, we jump to the end and hope he says in more detail where he went. The big issue is time.".