“Hi Gary, and you must be Vern,” my squeaky voice nervously said.“Come on in and let’s get comfortable,” I finally exclaimed.I led them to t...he playroom downstairs and straight to the bar.Gary said he would have a Gin and Tonic. Vern wanted a shot of Jack and also a Jack and Coke. I made the drinks and also made a Fuzzy Naval for myself.“Well Tammy I must say you not only are dressed up as a cute little sissy but you are drinking a sissy drink as well,” Gary said.I was in my black girly outfit.. And yet it somehow avoided feeling at all sterile; it gave off a kind of warmth that seemed to soothingly say, "Welcome! Please sit and have your every whim catered to... provided, of course, that you've brought your platinum card." Unlike the bar in my hotel, it was quiet and serene. Most of the men sitting at the tables were older and well groomed; most of the women at their sides were in their late teens or early twenties, wearing expensive outfits and wedding rings with large diamonds.. ." Okay, that's good. Let's take a few out, okay Quietly?" I looked up at his higher perch in the tree. He nodded at me. "Yes, GreatOne."So I sighted in and shot the first one. Long gone were the days of me being a terrible shot. By that time, I might not have been world class, but I tended to hit what I aimed at through a good scope out to about three hundred yards or more. A five hundred yard shot was still pretty much luck with me, but given three shots even at five hundred yards, I'd hit. ”Mike smiled. “I’ve been known to place a wager or two over the bar. What do you have in mind?”Artie replied “Okay. For fifty, I bet you that I can bite my right eye.”Mike thought this was impossible, but it would be worth fifty just to see him do it. “Ok, Artie, you’re on for fifty.”Artie grinned, popped out his glass right eye, bit it, and pushed it back in.Mike slid the fifty over the bar and laughed. “Artie, how many people have you gotten with that one?”Artie said “Plenty, but I’m running.