"Now my stomach broke into in open revolt. She'd come close to me, now with empathy—phony or not—to comfort me, get me to feel a little less put u...on. Then it happened.She put her arms around me, and turned me around to face her. I couldn't help it. I vomited all over her, her dress, the floor, and it kept coming. She jumped back, tripping in her high heels, swearing like a drunken sailor."Fuck-fuck-fuck!" she screamed. "What kind of miserable wimp are you. Look what you've done!" I—I couldn't. "What the hell was that?" Asked Daisy.Grinning, Chloe answered, "I had Eugene give her some of this." She held up a tube of cream for Daisy to see."That's not the stuff you normally use! What is it?" It was Daisy again.Chloe handed the tube of cream to the brown woman. "I ordered it from Europe. It's much stronger and it lasts a lot longer. Right now, she feels like she's got an twelve inch dick inside her!" It's not painful is it?" One of the other women asked.Smiling, Chloe replied, "Not at. It was a very nice thing for her to do. Unfortunately she made the wrong dish. She served the dinner and being a stupid male, I asked her, "What's this?" That's the dish you pointed out in the paper last week," Beth said, very pleased that she had surprised me and showed me the clipping from the paper.I must have had a brain fart, because instead of saying thank you, I turned the clipping over, pointed out the other dish, and said, "No, this is the one I wanted."Now I have no excuse for being. Joe was sleeping in a little; recovering a little bit from what felt like was a long workweek. Nikki was up and moving at her usual time which was just a bit after the sunrise. This time of year that was getting later, too. But she especially liked the quiet and peace of the early morning and out in the country it was even quieter and more peaceful. Naked, she took her coffee mug to the patio and sat at the table looking out over the back property. Every morning and day she went outside naked.