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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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