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Author's Note:  The Gold Club is the first book of the Gold Club Series.  Book One deals with discovery of sex by two boys, Tom and Carl, who by the time they reach high school, have been recruited into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club.



THE GOLD CLUB
By Art Martin

CHAPTER 19
ANOTHER TRIP




Tom was dressing and getting ready for tonight's baseball game.  He gathered up his equipment
and grabbed a backpack, stuffing it with his practice uniform and a change of clothes for
tomorrow.  The phone rang.

"Hi, Carl!  Yeah, I can stay over tonight.  Judy Woods and who's coming over tonight?  Sandy
Downs?  I thought Jill was coming.  We've never had Sandy over before."

"Jill's sick!  Don't worry Tom,  Judy says Sandy's an easy lay. She knows she'll be spending the
night with us.  Sandy is all clear to spend the night at Judy's and Judy is cleared to spend the
night at Sandy's.  After we get back to the house, we'll give a Bob a call on his cell phone.  After
that Bob and Donk will give us about an hour or so to get them settled in before they magically
appear.  We can count on that slut Judy getting naked as soon as we hit the hot tub. By the time
Bob and Donk get there, Sandy should be naked and primed too."

"Yeah, primed and already fucked two or three times!"

"You've got that right! Bob's letting me use the Mercedes, so we have good wheels."

Laura called up the staircase, "Tom!  Tom!  Your father's home, come on down for supper!"

"Got to go Carl!  See you at the game."

Laura put the finishing touches on diner as she filled the serving bowls and platters.  

"Sam, have you had that talk with Tom about girls?  He'll have his driver's license soon. After
that we'll no longer be able to watch what he does or where he goes anymore.  Have you seen the
huge bulge in his pants lately!  No offense Sam, but I don't know where he got all that
equipment."  She giggled.  "He's going to make some girl very happy.  I just want to make sure
he knows what its for and how to be responsible."

"I'll talk to him."

Tom bounded down the stairs dressed and ready for tonight's baseball game.

"Hi, Dad!  What's up?"

"Hi, Son!  I was just taking to your mother.  Listen, I know we've been gone a lot lately, but the
company is sending me off on another buying trip next week.  I know this has been hard on you,
Son.  Ever since we were in Denver two years ago, it seems that your mother and I have been out
of town for weeks at a time.  This time it's to Rome, Naples, and who knows after that.  Your
mom wants to go with me and see Italy.  I've already talked to Bob Franks.  As always, he came
through."

"I swear, we owe that man so much," added Laura.

Sam continued, "As usual, you can stay over there until we return. Is that alright with you?"

"Oh, yeah, that's fine.  I know it's a lot of work, but ya'll go have some fun too.  Look, don't
worry about me.  I'll be fine.  Hey, if you get the chance, stay over an extra week or two on
vacation."

"That's not a bad idea, Tom."



THE END


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