The Retirees Club 09
En route to Tom's house, I looked around the neighborhood. I didn't see anything unusual to speak of. A couple of cars I didn't recognize, but that's normal, residents have family and friends in and out. On arrival, there was a sticky on the door telling me to let myself in. Tom and Frank were in the theater room already, and already naked as they set up the drink glasses and our bottles. Tom was having his usual vodka martini and Frank had tapped the first one (of several) of his...