“I think that sounds fantastic, Ms. Madison, thank you so much. I know I can get him back in shape,” she said, giving him another wink as she fill...d his glass.They all collapsed on the sofa, Ms. Madison in the middle, sipping from their glasses, too tired and unconcerned to talk. After another round of pours in which they drained the second bottle, Paige put it down, downed what had left and stood before the two of them, seductively dancing in her black chemise, running her hands up and down. The sounds of her intimate whimpers were enough to make me begin to grow an erection. I imagined what the scene was like in the next room, just a few feet from my bed. I could see in my mind that a beautiful woman was being pleasured.My dick stiffened as I listened jealously in my room. Tried as I could I never heard a corresponding groan or grunt from her partner? I would think that with all the sounds she was making I would hear more from him. I didn’t even hear the bed move. When I checked. These are guys from around here. They've lived here all their lives, most of them, and they know the score. They're modern men who're looking for something they can't put their fingers on, so they're looking at doing something scary to make them feel important or give them power. What's got me scared is that they'll get Zahl into their craziness." You're not giving Zahl much credit, Jazz," Pru said as the 'mobile moved along the wide, even way that led toward the CA, passing fields of. Are you sure you are okay with this?" Let me talk to her and see how it went."The next evening in bed my wife said, "I guess you should know, although I can't remember much about it, I had sex with him. He left a message on my cell phone, but I haven't gotten back to him."I said, "Call him. Maybe if you are sober next time you'll know more about it." I handed her her cell phone and she said basically what I told her to. At one point she looked at me and said, "When? Well...?"I whispered, "Tell.