.”“Please stop,” Emma says throwing up a hand in Casey’s face. “I don’t really care where you got the rag. I don’t even like you being h...re in my presence.”Casey kind of shrinks into her seat a little and looks the other way. “I’m sorry.”“I didn’t hear you,” Emma smirks. “You’re sorry for being a piece of shit?” Casey nods. “You got rocks in your head? I want to hear you say it.”Without looking at the woman, Casey says, “I’m sorry for being a piece of shit.”Emma chuckles. “You can’t look at me. I held her hand and kissed it."amy jo I'm really digging you right now all of you, the hair the smile the damn badonk you got,whatever you do don't bend over in front of me!" i told her she smiled wanna get out of here/ she asked i nodded.we caught a LYFT back to my place on Marshall street and soon as we got in that elevator we started kissing feeling all over each other we got off the elevator and kissed all the way into my apartment"take this dress off me and give it to me"she demanded."how. There was a second bottle of champagne in the bar fridge, so I opened it and sipped another glass as the evening breeze gently blew through the open balcony doors, making me tingle as it finished drying my body. I was looking out at the city lights, thinking of nothing in particular, when I heard Sally's voice from the bedroom door. She was singing "Happy birthday to you", in an imitation of the famous Marilyn Monroe rendition to JFK, as she walked from the bedroom. I turned and watched for. I had the odd fantasy of sharing the wide bed with an extra person, male or female whatever Elaine would prefer. However the nearest we came to a threesome was when the large dog at the end of the duvet stretched its long legs, or lay on top of us, feeling deprived of attention, or was jealous of the attention I was paying to its mistress. I had been practicing my tantric meditation and breathing from Mantak Chias book on cultivating male sexual energy, gradually extending my time and rhythm.