Well that settled it, the best place to go for that would be the Gay Village in town, so I arranged a night out with some friends and colleagues with ...the intention of splitting off towards the end of the night and heading to the village.That was the plan at least...A group of us met at a bar not too far from the village and got the drinks in while we waiting on a couple of stragglers namely a new girl at work and her husband who none of us had met yet.We were all quite pissed when they finally. The little piece of paper that Felicity Chumley had calmly handed her stuck up out of its compartment.She looked at it. She pulled it out.She picked up the phone, and dialed.Shortly after that Bobby dialed his phone. Annie picked up on the other end.“Hi, sweet cheeks,” he said.“Bobby,” she sighed. “You can’t call me at work.”He laughed. “I need to talk to Felicity.”“Oh.” She sounded pouty, but he knew she was teasing him.When Felicity came on the line, he got right to business.“Tell me about. As you can guess,my name is Carol. I'm 26 years old and almost have the perfect marriage. My husband Carl has a top executive job here in K.C. that requires a lot of worldwide travel usually a month at a time then home for a couple of weeks. I work in the jewelry and accessories dept of an upscale department store in downtown. As such, I get to meet a lot of married men who are shopping for the wife for presents.My perverted hobby for the last 5 years is picking up confirmed married men, then. If not intentional, then theaccident was startlingly effective.She smiled when his eyes met with hers. She looked like shewas maybe mid thirties. Something from the night beforepopped into Len's mind... they can't see you if you don'tmove. He smiled at himself."Hi. Excuse me. I just came across a hunter a few minutesback, and I was just thinking it might not be the best ideato be in the woods in the clothing you're wearing. Youmight get mistaken for some game animal," Len said,focusing through.