We left for their house and were there in about 15 minutes. We parked, walked to the door and slowly open it, being as quiet as could be. We could hea... music playing from the basement, not too loud but obvious. There was a note on the entrance way table, written in a woman’s handwriting. “Be very quiet. Take off your shoes and come downstairs to the basement. Don’t say a thing, I don’t want Rick to know you are here yet. This will be fun, thanks for coming.”I looked at my wife and we both made. I’ve always been attracted to money and nice things, Catherine was the first. We first met in the restaurant where I worked, she was a generous tipper so I’d give her special attention. She told me about her family being in the mining business, so I assumed she was wealthy. She was my first lesbian partner, and it turned out it was something I loved. Also being submissive, she loved to cater to me hand and foot. Marlene McDonald I met with Catherine at a club for women, she took me under her. "What you need is to come into the back room with me," Simon said. You are disturbing my friends here in the bar." He said it softly, but there was an undertone that made it clear to both Vic and Betty that this was an order, not a request.The couple stood. Fran was just bringing the beer. Simon turned to her and said, "Thank you, Fran, but the Cantrells are just leaving. Please give the pitcher back to Matt."Fran turned and headed back to the bar. Simon motioned towards the hallway to. They weren’t any women in our platoon and the nearest village consisted of only a handful of women all above the age of sixty. For six months we didn’t even so much as hear a female voice over the radio. Everyone was starved half-mad without exception, but I had a secret weapon. Lucy was the only person, family or friend, who wrote me regularly and kept it up the whole time I was over there. We’d only known each other a few, short years since our parents eloped, but it felt much, much.