Claiming Lucille Ch. 01
The adult group met weekly to have 'stimulating discussions of topics of interest' as defined by those who attended. A dozen or so people would sit around and ask each other questions, which as the host or hostess would remind them should be 'interesting' and that the person had a choice when answering: not answer, lie or tell the truth. Usually the questions centered on relationships and sex.
This evening's group was a mix of new and old participants. Casually dressed and some sat on pillows on the floor, others on the small sofa, and a few in low slung beach chairs in a cozy living room of a two story townhouse condo. Behind the host were a faux fireplace and an open door onto a wooden deck overlooking a private walled courtyard, the centerpiece was a hot tub. Shoes were all piled up by the front door, bare feet tucked under butts or rubbing nervously on the area rug.
The hosts, Kent and Nan, were a portly couple in their late forties whose most obvious passion was eating. They sat across the room from each other in low overstuffed upholstered armchairs, guiding and encouraging the Q
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