About an hour before the match was scheduled to start, Coach Overholt blew the whistle."Everybody out of the pool! I want you guys to get some rest be...fore the match starts." We hung out on the bleachers while we waited for the other team to arrive. Jeff looked up at me."While we're waiting, why don't we have sex?" Nah, Overholt wants us to rest. Besides, having sex afterwards always motivates me to swim faster." Everybody around us laughed. Finally, the other team arrived, and the match. Shoulder length dark brown hair that she kept neatly swept back of her cheeks with small mica clasps when she was working the check-out, highlighted a young-looking face that in truth was inclined more towards naivety than worldly experience.Handed a figure that did everything right, she nevertheless wondered why so large a percentage of the male population in town paid her the close attention it did. She found it quite embarrassing.Seated in the corner of the diner, Drew had noticed the young. "Maybe I should ask Frank to clean the gutters, since my husband keeps putting it off." Stacey offered, sarcastically."Yeah yeah babe, I'll get to it next weekend, I promise"She laughed "I think I've heard that exact answer fifty times. I'll believe it when I see it"Frank emerged from the bathroom, donning some shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt.We all decided to continue drinking since none of us had work in the morning. We were watching a stand-up routine on the comedy channel and all of a. I had just started up my own business and really didn't need to take time off. I could tell my wife really wanted to go but she thought she had better stay home with me. Now we had talked in the past about how I thought some of our male friends would have sex with her if given the chance. I kept that in the back of my mine the entire time I was talking her into going without me.She finally said she would go. I kept telling her to have a good time and be safe. While she was showering I opened.