Comfortable flannel, exactly his size. He slipped into them.He looked at himself in the mirror. Despite the wearing day, his face had a fresh scrubbed... glow to it. He had blond hair, clear peach complection a little red from the hot water, and a square jaw. He had just enough scruff in his hair to avoid looking too preppy. That was part of the reason for this trip---he was tired of people thinking he was only a clean-cut jock.When he returned to the living room, he blinked for a minute. She was. Looking at the bed he could see both his lovers sound asleep. He quickly started to get some pants on but a sudden calm refrained him from doing so. Curious at his sudden calm, he moved to the hallway to meet this new visitor. The woman walking up the stairs was vaguely familiar, short silky red hair, a lush face with big grey eyes and full lips. Her figure was amazing, a wasp like waste, double D breasts standing proud and a perfect ass held high by legs that seemed to go on forever. He. “This place isn’t for the faint of heart, guys. After midnight, anything goes. Girls will be walking around buck-naked, or in some outrageous costume. Almost every weekend night, at least one couple or group will get up on a platform and perform for everyone. So be prepared. The bottom line is to have fun, do only what you want to do, and respect everyone. And if anyone wants to leave,” (ah hem, that would be me, I thought) “we all agreed we would leave together. No big deal.” “Leave? I might. " And a slightly built," Jane exaggerated for effect, "young boy like yourself would suffer greatly in such an environment, don't you think? You'd be an outsider, the one who didn't fit in and likely the one least able to defend himself." Jane looked down at the record open on her desk. "Given your loutish behavior towards the women and young girls at your school, I would say that might almost be poetic justice, in and of itself."This time Kenneth did shrug, trying to set aside that.