"Hue shook my hand and went back inside. It would be a long time before he called Jen a whore again.I felt from that moment, Hue was a friend. He neve... held anything against me and even seconded a few of my motions. So I had no problem with him.Jen on the other had hated Hue with a passion. At lodge events she would go out of her way to compete with him and his wife, Sammie.Once Sammie was talking to a few of the lodge wives when Jen came up an asked, "How's the deadbeat doing?"Sammie smiled. As she admired herself in the mirror behind the bar, she took in theambience of the 'night club' and imagined the conversations she had with the men who were even then coming on to her.Alexis contemplated going out, actually stepping outside the door,maybe going for a little walk. A hooker in this neighborhood? Thatwould be scandalous! What if Tommy Bradley was looking out hisbedroom window at that moment and saw her strutting her stuff on thesidewalk? She still hadn't confided a word of this. ”“Your Mom, too, Bobby?”“Yes, I love my Mom.”“I love my Mom and Dad too, but we never talk about how to make my skin crawl up and down my legs, and my nipples swell up and puff out, wishing a boy would touch them.”“I bet your Mom would show you.” I rubbed her more now, and I almost pulled the bow knot out of her bikini top, in back; then, I ran my hands down the sides of her hips, and hooked my thumbs in her strings there, pulling her bottoms up tight into her crotch, until I was afraid I was. While my wife and Jill were talking Jill would pop her heal in and out of the dangling flat, swing it once or twice quite low. As we walked away my wife asked me if I would like to see her in the “little bitch’s flats”, of course I said YES PLEASE!So I was on a mission, I had to wait for a couple Fridays to pass as I wanted to play around on a weekend. As you can guess on one particular Friday Jill kicked the cap toe flats under desk and left for the weekend. I texted my wife to let her know.