Said her name was Vickie, said she was from a little town in Northeastern Colorado called Holyoke. She looked to be about 22. She was cute beneath all... the rags she wore, the dirt on her unwashed face and her greasy stringy blah-like hair. She told me her husband of 3 months had stuck a steel shish kabob rod up inside her when he found out she was pregnant and that she was bleeding and sick for days. Apparently she’d healed some, because she hitched a ride from Holyoke to Brush, off to the West. I was happy to re-start an active open sex life again but suggested we look at new and interesting friends. We discussed the girls from our office who had been at the party. Apart from Wendy, who Dave wasn’t surprised at, there were four others. Three were married mothers in their late thirties and forties and worked as qualified accountants and the fourth was the gorgeous Mandy, our receptionist. As we’d often discussed, if you dig deep enough into anyone’s psyche you’ll probably find a latent. She was amazing – taking off a fabric swatch to uncover just a bit of skin from above her breast, and she bent deep to show the girls to the guys who were being worked up to a frenzy that reminded me of ‘Shark Week.’Then she walked and stopped at the edge of the stage, just moving her upper body as the guys were filling her garter pockets to the absolute busting point.Then just as she had entered – she left as the music ended.My Mom – the Ecdysiast!We got home and counted out $1,140, getting us. "I do believe that her name is Miss Piper Louise Slaughter."My jaw dropped open, I half expected to hear the thump as it hit the floor."You mean?" and then the room started to spin...The water in the glass was ice cold as it trickled between my lips, I sat up and felt ridiculous."I think I fainted daddy," I said weakly and Pat, the receptionist helped me unsteadily to my feet."He's a fool," she laughed, "I told him that he should have done it differently, it was always going to be a shock."She.