She walked down a flight of stairs into a room with a worn leather couch. The floor was bare concrete and the room was lit with just one hanging bulb...."Are you Chloe?"She couldn't see anyone. Nervously, she answered, "Yeah I'm, uhh, here to try out for the team"She heard footsteps, and three large, muscled men came out of the shadows. She heard a door close and lock and two more men come down the stairs behind her. The two came up behind her slowly and she glanced back at them biting her lip. From the university. I called Thursday about the apartment.’ ‘Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry, I’ve had so much going on. I completely forgot you were coming this morning.’ The look on her face had given him pause. ‘If this is a bad time, I could come back later.’ ‘No, no. The apartment of over the garage, I think I mentioned that. Why don’t you go around to the back of the house while I get the key?’ ‘I’ll meet you there.’ As she walked through the house she considered her brief first. Maybe I should stop all that... hassling?" I said, tentatively. But she wasn't letting me off the hook so easily.Jody looked at me for a long moment, then her eyes softened to a smile."It's OK, I'm OK, Jack. Let's keep on a bit. Don't you think? I mean, it's nothing that replaces what we have together, but I'm thinking that broadening our sensual activities is adding something, not taking it away. I think you have brought us something that is fun. I'm willing to... keep on..." Jody looked at me. She said anal sex was dirty and only desperate women did it because they couldn't get a man any other way. I'd been seeing her once or twice a month for four or five months by this point. She was in her very late 40s, petite, with bottle blonde hair and a wardrobe that screamed 'mutton dressed as lamb'. She was from the North, with a very broad accent, and earned very good money in public health. Out of her clothes, she wasn't bad for the mileage. Slim, with just a bit of sag in her small.