She discreetly stayed away from their friends and acquaintances, picking up strangers in supermarkets, laundromats or any other public gathering place.

This had gone on for years until she overheard a conversation one evening during a cocktail party at the country club. A woman she barely knew was quite drunk and grumbling about her impotent husband. She was blabbing to anyone who would listen to her.

"I don't care if he can't get a hard-on," she giggled when she had Nadine cornered. "I get plenty of fuckin' from other guys."

"That's nice," said Nadine, trying to get away from the woman.

"And I even get paid for it," the drunken woman babbled on.

"How?" asked Nadine, suddenly curious about this woman who she knew was married to a wealthy contractor.

"Promise not to tell?" the woman slurred.

"I promise."

"Well," she hesitated, taking a big gulp out of her drink. "Rex Barker fixes me up with dates who pay to fuck me."

"What?" gasped Nadine.

"Sure," bragged the woman. "Rex has a big clientele of out of town businessmen who want to spend the afternoon with a woman."

"Sounds interesting," grinned Nadine.

"It is," she giggled, taking another sip from her drink. "His customers don't want professionals, so Rex furnishes them with housewives who like to fool around."

"How much do they pay?" Nadine asked.

"A hundred bucks," she grinned. "I get fifty and Rex keeps fifty."

Before the conversation was over, Nadine got Rex Barker's telephone number and called him the next day. He invited Nadine to his apartment, and after trying her out in his bed, he said he'd call her when he'd checked her out to make certain she wasn't involved with the vice squad. He called her back a few days later and gave her an assignment. That had been two years ago and Nadine had been entertaining men three or four times a week since then, and was thoroughly enjoying it.