" Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm a lucky girl. I've got a free ride, and a rich Daddy." What are you going to do?" I'm going on the tour. Not the LPG...A -- the Futures Tour." Wow. That's a hard road, isn't it? I mean, I've heard the purses on the Futures Tour aren't much." You've heard right. Even if you win a tournament, it's like, $10 or $12 thousand. The purses -- for the entire tournaments -- only run between $70 and $100 thousand. Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme." It sounds like it'll. Then I added, “Give me any excuse for me to shoot you; any excuse will do.”Howie and the four drone operators came over, “What do you want us to do?”“Two of you take these four to the basement, tie their feet and loop a noose around their neck to their feet and if they give you trouble, do not hesitate to shoot them,” I instructed. “I will be down in a minute.”To the other two, “Scope out the grounds and pick up all the big pieces of the devices we dropped; put the pieces in the garage and do. Apparently we, both couples, had a lot in common and making conversation was easy. We had an early rapport and I could see Lizbeth and Harold were comfortable with the other as we, Ruth and me, were. There were just a little inconvenience; Ruth was in the last stages of pregnancy and swinging would have to wait for a few months.The third couple to answer our response to an ad was Herbert and Cookie. After two brief phone conversations we accepted their invitation to their apartment. a new. "Nor mine," she returned. That made me laugh even harder. "We'll see about the rest, but I'll put my tennis shorts on and I can meet you there. I gave her the address and directions. We arranged a time to meet and I hung up. I finished up my email and logged off the company web site. Then I went and changed into my tennis clothes. I grabbed some clothes to put on for dinner — the club had a casual dining room — and stuck all but the shirt (button down — they aren't that casual) into a small gym.