At least the wind was reasonable; Mick was waiting at the club, he had driven his work boat up, and that was moored off the end of the club deck. We s...gned on for the race, and got the course; a typical Retriever Trophy course; a number of short legs up and back from Stokes Point to Taylors bay, several rounding marks in between, and plenty of opportunities for both tacking duels and spinnaker runs. During the race, Mick made a few suggestions to us; he would have Georgina adjust one or more of. I was offered a coffee, which I accepted, and excused myself to get changed. When I came back down stairs, Sharon was sitting on the sofa with two mugs of coffee in front of her. She beckoned me to join her, and asked for the gossip from the night. “There’s not much to tell to be honest. Dave and Helen were all over each other again in the club”. “Surely the management must know about them by now?” Sharon asked “I don’t think they do. Chris and Danny were out of their heads, and made right. Some of them will be true stories based on my own experiences with names changed, while others will be pure fiction, I'll leave it up to the reader to decide which are fantasy, and which are fiction.It was late one night, about 2:30am, I was bored, and VERY horny, being so late and a Tuesday, it wasn't exactly easy to find someone to hook up with on short notice, then I noticed my buddies girlfriend online so I started chatting her up. Usually he's out of town for work during the week and home. Eventually the girls made their farewells and started to leave in 'dribs and drabs' until only Beverly, one particularly pretty girl and myself remained. As a confirmed lesbian I quickly picked up the vibrations. The girl was 'up for it'. I caught Beverly's eye and she wagged her head slightly. She had too many hang-ups to even contemplate a 'menage-a-trois' and I ended up having to discreetly advise the girl that we were a devoted 'couple'. She sighed, smiled and made her excuses.