“You sure you wouldn’t give me $50 to take these off?”“You’re kidding, right?” Paul asked, again looking atme, but... I didn’t even look at him. I was staring at mywife’s crotch, trying to figure out why she wasstanding there, in front of my friend in her panties,and why I wasn’t stopping her.“There’s only one way to find out,” Kim said.Paul and I had been sitting around, watching basketballand drinking too much. My wife, Kim,. “So honey, I heard a few things from the guys and I would like to know the truth”. Pam smiles “I’m an open book. Ask me anything no secrets but, make sure you really want to know the answers before you ask them. Don’t get mad at me if you don’t like the answer”. Jack laughs “don’t worry I think I can handle it, I’m a big boy”. Pam reaches for his cock. “Yes you are”.“Ok, I overheard that you would fuck guys a hundred at a time, that you never turned down anyone with a cock, that you would drink. "You're going to laugh at this," I began. She relaxed slightly, leaning back in the chair, tapping her fingernail on the arm, like she was measuring the time she was allowing me to explain the messages."The last one was Karen. We've played mixed doubles a couple of times and she coaches a woman's softball team," I said, pausing to see Cindy watching me, still suspicious."I've been to some of their practices and met some of the players," I added, not disclosing my role as a babysitter for. Now, with a girl being killed this Friday night, she is taking it very hard. Would you talk to her? Please." I'll be more than glad to talk to her. Do you have a picture of her or will you just tell her to see me?" I asked.Jenny called to see if we could do lunch. She brought soup and salad from the deli. Fifteen minutes later we were all sitting in the lunch room eating."Have you heard anything from the girls?" she asked."No, not a word. We left them plenty to do. They should be busy." I.