When I finished the private show Mary was waiting and she walked over and sat down next to me. She asked if I would dance for her. We talked for a son...g or two. Then we went into the pit area and I danced for her. Even though we arent supposed to let customers touch our manhood we were in the pit. In the pit no one could see us, after all thats the point of the pit. Mary rubbed my cock and cuddled my balls in her hand, pumping it to the rhythm of the music. When I sat down with her, she asked me. ”I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t actually sure when I’d last been down to the beach; it had to be at least a couple of years, maybe four. That was way too long. I DEFINITELY needed to do something about not getting old and boring before my time.And it was no surprise that she’d immediately given me her honest opinion to a personal question. She was way more than just my secretary or P.A.; she was also a true friend who’d give me a kick in the pants when I needed one. I’d really lucked out when. I hailed a cab. It took me a few tries to get one. It raced me to the first traffic jam.That's where the real stress set in.Why had I come to L.A? Was it love? Was it responsibility? Or just plain curiosity? I can't tell you, really. But I can tell you one thing: I could not stay away.Irene had left two weeks before Christmas, half a year ago. They were the worst holidays ever. Kindly enough, it rained most of the time.I stayed at home.The lights, the throngs and everything that makes New York. I sat behind a sun lounger by our patio doors and waited. Two minutes later, I saw the old man get up from the shadows, open his sliding door and go in. I figured he'd stayed up to watch us. This was kind of creepy, but thrilling at the same time.This happened the next night too, but I didn't tell my wife. I had her getting up naked to get beers, turning the pool lights on. Knowing he was in hiding gave me a rush. He could surely see our every movement from his elevated position. Thoughts ran.