Dad went to get his power tools to cut the cuffs with his grinder. Mom stopped him.“Do you think,” she asked quietly “we could perhaps pick the ...ocks or something and not ruin the bar?”“Is it about the grinding sparks?” Dad replied. “Don’t worry about those; I’ll put up a screen”“No, it’s not that”“The noise? She can have ear protection”“It’s just…” Mom hesitated. “Is it really necessary to destroy it? Perhaps we could, you know, play with it?”The Girl interfered. “Dad, would you please think. “Hell Wilma, I wasn’t even ashamed of myself the first, second or THIRD time I did it.”Nothing what we were doing seemed new to Darlie. But both women felt the need to keep the charade alive. I on the other hand had been involved in three-way sex with another man and Wilma, but never just me and two women. I was accustomed to Wilma, not only as a sexual playmate but as a long-term business-associate as well.On the other hand Darlie seemed to be completely new at this. To my surprise our initial. "Let's do the upcoming sprint triathlon race," he suggested. I figure itwas the next step and would focus my workouts. We had been riding andtraining in the local pool for almost a week now.I had decided to try the shorten version of the typically grueling racebut my wife of ten years wasn't happy with the additional timecommitment.She had told me when I suggested the race, "Teddy I have supported allof the running and we both know you are healthier today for it but,"She stopped short of asking. " Which may be the oldest cliché in the book, but sounded sexy, even sultry, the way she said it.She then went into the kitchen, calling out as she went, "Go and sit down in the sitting room, and I will bring you a cup of tea and a toasted teacake. You'll need all for what I have planned for you this evening and tonight. By the way, you'll find some interesting photographs on the side table."I sat down in an easy chair and leaned across to pick up a pile of about twenty-five high quality 12 by.