Felicia and Monica would be classified as cougars at this stage in their lives, Anna and Vanessa not so much. At least they’re all top model quality...women.”“What? You did videos?”“One. I was at university and a few of us did it as an initiation into a social club of girls I liked, kind of like one of your college sororities. Others in my circle had done it in the past; a few continued during the rest of college and a couple even made it their starter jobs out of college.”“Could I see this. After all, Nick's lover, Mike, wasn't do back until the next day. The two youths walked towardsthe ocean front house as the sun slowly sank in the west. Windjammer was a beautiful home which Nick's lover had built bythe ocean. The ranch style home had a traditional Grove look toit. The back deck,however, contained a large California hot tub. The wooden decks and outer walls of the house had turned grey from the salt air. Two huge sliding glass doors opened from the decks into a. With the most comfortable underwear in the civilized world in his bag, Hunter went home.Just after midnight, Paris time, Hunter sat in his brother's family room. He had shown up with two bottles of good French brandy. Usually Hunter would have spent the money on an exclusive call service or a courtesan. His life had changed and so had his tastes.The kids were asleep. Penny and Burt were halfway through the first bottle while Hunter was only two of three fingers down."I think I liked it better. Some were yelling into cell phones, others were looking over files balanced between their laps and the steering wheel. Some were bobbing their heads to music only they could hear. They all looked normal, some of them even looked happy.I sighed and leaned back into the polyester seat. I smelled the tobacco smoke of old cigarettes.The cabbie must sneak smokes in-between fares.Watching the citizens of this marvelous city always filled me with the same melancholy. As a fed I never felt like I was.