It's only late May yet the sun beating down on me already feels like late July in Texas. What little breeze there is hardly causes a ripple across the clear, cool water of my pool. I take a slow sip of my Michelob Ultra, then brush the cold bottle against my forehead and neck before returning to the table. I pick up the envelope and read the note again.

"Freddy and Eddy Mermorial Day Bash."

The location and dates were listed as well as RSVP to a PO Box. There was no signiture. I'm not sure what to think. If this is from Freddy and Eddy, it holds none of the personal touches that they are famous for. Of course I have been out of touch for a while, and I know that they have expanded into so many other areas as their business has grown. I even saw them on a cable channel one night talking about couples keeping their sex lives healthy and fulfilling. So maybe one of their new associates sent out the note.

Having been away for a while, I debate whether to attend. Other events I have attended have been some of the most fun, sexy times I've ever experienced and I've made tons of new friends. I wonder if any of them will attend?

I make up my mind to attend. If I'm going then I certainly want a nice tan, so I pull my top off and reach for the suntan lotion. I squirt some into my hands and rub it into my skin. My fingers linger on my nipples. Can't have those sensitive areas sunburned. I pull and pinch on the erect flesh. I think of past trips and my mind wanders as my other hand slides under my bikini bottoms and into the moisture.

It was a lazy Saturday Morning. I was laying in bed with the Mrs. snoozing gently on my chest. A three day weekend, no plans, and my lovely bride near me. What more could a man want.

My tranquility was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Dad, some one just delivered a telegram!? It was my 15 yr old son pounding on the door. "I am going to kill that boy someday", Mrs. MJ said after being startled awake.

"slip it under the door" in ordered as I rose from the bed.

"I was back in bed, staring at the telegram, saying, "Interesting ... Very interesting" as my bride came out of the bathroom.

"What's so interesting?" she asked.

"This is an invitation to a Memorial Day Bash", I replied.

"Who sent it?"

"It is not signed, but it is called the Freddy and Eddy, Memorial Day Bash."

"You mean those people that you talk to on the Web and who we buy all those wonderful toys from? Interesting .. Very interesting ... Are we going."

"Want to?"

"Fuck yes! After what you have told me about what goes on at the board I would not miss it for the world."

"OK I will RSVP".

"Perfect!" Mrs. MJ said as she sat straddling me. Now, since I am up, let's see if we can get the bash started early! You did tell me May is National Masturbation Month, ...”