Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery

They were in the pool at one of the most exclusive casinos in Las Vegas (And I do mean “exclusive”). Three of them; two older males (maybe in their late 40s or early 50s), and one younger guy, maybe in his late teens or young 20s

And me. I was all the way at the other end.

They were talking, loud.

“Man, I showed her what I was worth. Ha! Ha!”

“The one I had begged for release! Ha! Ha!”

The young one said nothing. Basically, he splashed about.

“Boe! Boe! What about you son?”

The young one shrugged. “It was okay,” he finally said.

“I told you that she was too old for him.” He said this to the other older guy.

And so-on and so-forth the conversation went. These fellows had gone to a house of ill (as in “fine”) repute on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Paid for, and evidently had fun. And now they were reveling in their memories.

The older guys were both strutting somewhat in the cool waters of the pool. The young guy kind of just splashed about – not strong splashes either.

I wish I could record what they were saying but this is a “family” web site but the dénouement I can guess, as can you. The two older guys went home and discovered that they maybe had some disease or other as it seemed they went out every night to different houses of “ill-repute” some of which sounded pretty, uh, tacky.

“Boe, Boe is young. He’ll learn. His next trip will be better.”

Boe, Boe was exiting the pool. He nodded at me and I smiled at him. He went off to the locker room.

The older guys bragged about their accomplishments that they (let us not forget) paid for. They were loud and I guess they wanted me to hear of their adventures.

“Hey! Hey! Guy; did you have some fun last night? I mean Saturday night banging? We were at a place that liked it rough you know.”

Nuts! The guy was talking to me.

“Oh. Yeah!” said the other guy. “Oh. Yeah!”

“Uh…” I thought… “Uh, I am a minister of the Lord.”

“Crap, sorry,” the first guy said.

“No need to worry,” I said. “I, uh, don’t take confessions…usually.”

“Shanna’s Sexcapades,” said the first guy. “Give it a try.”

“Listen I got a ticket that gives 50 percent off. What do you say?”

“I’m married,” I said.

“A welcome change of pace. Ha! Ha!”

“I’ll stick to my wife,” I said.

How did I get into this conversation? I was so far from being a minister. I hadn’t been in a church, except on tours in other countries, in decades.

“I love my wife,” I said.

“Mine is so fat I stick to her when we boff,” laughed the other guy.

“Well,” I said. “I gotta go.” I headed out of the pool.

“You know,” said the first guy. “A little change of pace can be good for you…minister.”

“I’m totally satisfied,” I said and hurried into the locker room.

Vegas brings out the worst in some people. These guys? I don’t know. I’m guessing they were trying to train the new kid in their ways.

I was happy to not be a “minister” and to love my wife, the Beautiful AP.

All the best in and out of the casinos.

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