I fucked myself hard on the pole. I screamed when I came. I lowered myself down on the pole exhausted and covered in sweat. I didn’t know what I was... going to do. I started to cry. A million thoughts were running through my mind. I wondered if I would get arrested when the sun came up and I was found. A light came on in a house behind the store on the second floor. I saw someone standing at the window. He looked out but didn’t see me. I waved trying to get his attention and he opened the window.. There had to be somewhere that we could go and do sexy things, with like minded people, but how to find those places. I suggested we start at a porn store, so we did. We went in and asked the guy behind the counter if there were any sex clubs or clubs that had VIP rooms in the area, he looked at me and smiled and told Jeff, most of them require couples and he asked if we were. He said yes and sold us an underground newspaper. He said just about everthing in the Twin Cities that might. That left the drunk from two doors down and the former hippie that lived next door. The drunk was sloppy and had no manners. So, I figured that left him out of the picture. However, Wally from next door was the perfect candidate. He was pleasant and friendly guy who was married to a former "California girl" for the last forty years. I figured that he'd caught Lola's act more that a few times. I talked to him a few times and left open the conversations. He was very non-committal until the last. " So," Warren said. "What do you two do?" I'm about to start a new job as a Sr. Vice President of Finance,"Jocelyn replied. "And Sharon's a writer." A real writer?" Felicia asked with real interest."Real enough," Sharon replied after pausing to order a bottle of wine,which Jocelyn immediately suggested the Caseys share with them. "I'vehad three short stories published in the past six months, so I guess Ican say that I'm published. I've got some ideas for a novel, and that'sone of the things I'm.