While the face, at least as it was made up, was an ornery old man, the voice that came from it was sweet, young, eminently sexy, and definitely *femal...*. He quickly searched the face again. The makeup was very convincing, but it couldn’t hide… The eyes were sparkling green and boring straight back into his own so hard he almost shivered, despite the summer heat which had built up in the tent. Frank continued to watch those eyes as he slowly leaned forward and sniffed the flower on. As we were waiting to be served I saw my father walking toward the microphone. Jeff and I had been holding hands. I squeezed. I may have hurt him. Or maybe it was just his reaction to what my father was going to say. It was not the latter. ‘Don’t worry,’ Jeff reassured me, ‘if he were to say anything negative at this point he would only embarrass himself in front of his friends and associates. And word would get back to those who are attending the post-wedding event.’ My father didn’t wait to. I picked it up and read it. It read "Millionaires Clubs" It had a phone number. I picked up my cell phone and called it. I told the attractive sounded women who answered what had happened and she said well welcome t the Millionaires Club. She explained to me You had to be a millionaire to join it but otherwise it was only a $500 fee per year. There were monthly meetings in hotel in large US cities. The next one was about three days from then in NYC so I decided to go. I called a limo and was. I turn over on my stomach and massage my back with lotion. Now a group of adolescents are jeering at another girl for not jumping into the water. ‘Come in,’ one boy yells. ‘It’s not cold!’ The others start splashing wildly at the girl, causing her to scoot a safe distance away. Eventually the teens forget about her, and the girl removes her T-shirt, glancing about to make sure no one was watching. She approaches the water and samples it with her toe. ‘It’s cold,’ she says. Still wary of being.