Turning slowly to face Ben, I thought that he seemed to be sat closer than before. Whatever controlled my body at that point moved my hand into Ben’...s lap, set my fingers fumbling at his zip. I started at the sensation of red hot flesh on the back of my fingers before realising that Ben had no shorts on under his jeans. In a flash – how appropriate – Ben’s prick was out too, and I was massaging it with my right hand as I looked after Christian with my left. Like a spectator at Wimbledon my head. Oh , OK I said. I made my way to the bar and got a drink, as soon as I had it I turned my back to the bar to have a look at all the well dressed folks there. What I noticed was I didn't see my wife. Now where could she have gotten off to that quick I wondered.I had a couple of drinks while at the bar and then I saw an open table near the dance floor. I hurried over and sat down. There where four chairs at each table and I figured that soon I'd be sharing it with another couple. When the song. And I'd like to pay them off... an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... and a fuck for a fuck! That'd make us even!" That's a... cr-crazy idea!" she flared, full of indignation at his suggestion. "I'd never do that!" No... but Stan's doing it! What's fair for the gander... is fair for the goose... isn't it?"It was preposterous... but suddenly, Lois knew that watching Stan and Harry Williams' wife, Vivian, there in the stream bed had worked on her, insidiously. The glowing warmth in her loins. She must concentrate more and notembarrass him. Placing her arm through his, they walked a block in the summer heat to thewarehouse-looking building. The door was black; no bouncer stood outside. Shefelt everyone knew what was inside and no one would ever try to go in morethan once if they hadn't meant to. They entered a long hallway, linoleum floor. The lights were dim, and theroom was smoky. It smelled stale, used. He walked forward boldly, not touchingthe leash, just letting it hang between.