Chapter Twenty Three

With the guys off after food, Kim asked, “You said something about being foul-mouthed has put a crimp in your business. What did you mean by that?”

“Oh, that’s a function of where we live. Although we’re not exactly sure, I think our closest neighbors are about a mile and a half away ... and that’s upwind, too. So living where we do I can scream my lungs out — and be as foul-mouthed as I care to be — without disturbing anyone.” She grinned and added, “And you know something else? I love screaming obscenities at Bill while he’s fucking my brains out.”

The girls continued to chat until the guys returned. There were steaks, salads and everything else on four heaping plates. Bill sat down with the girls while Brad went off for four more beers.

“What was that bit with you and Carol?” Kim asked, not really certain she wanted to hear the answer.

“Oh, that’s simple,” he replied. “It’s so much easier at home. We’re almost always naked, so there I just point to the ground, and Carol prepares fo