.. I remember every little detail. Do you? Do youremember how I really didn't want to do that, and how even after I toldyou it made me feel cheap and...sleazy (and not in a fun way) you pushedand pushed? But that's not the BEST part is it dollbaby? You have noidea how humiliating it was for me when you eventually grew impatientwith my inept attempts at that vile act, mocking me about my boobiesbeing too small to please a "real man" (Ha! you don't look like much ofa real man now sweets), and. Then I dropped the bombshell.“I’m staying here, actually. My place is being treated for termites and I can’t stand all those chemicals, so I booked in here for a few days."“Very nice,” Neema said, sensing a change in the agenda. “How’s your room?"“Hotel-y," I replied. “Have you ever thought about the emotions hanging in the air in hotel rooms? A lot of loneliness, I imagine.”“Fun too,” she countered. “People stay in hotels on holiday."“Not this one,” I said. “It’s all business. Look at these. Tell her, and then let someone take you back downstairs. She is going to need a good criminal lawyer fast. I'm sorry, but Kat is gone. You need to focus on the living."His jaw firmed through the despair. "Yes." He stepped around me and to the door of the room. "Baby, I know you didn't do this. We'll fight this together. I love you."Her face streaming tears, she started for the door and I had to keep her in the room. "I'm sorry, Gretchen, but you can't leave. Not yet."To my relief, Ted and Lisa. If SHE was still around, it was probably a record. By Sharon's reckoning, Felicia was due to be humiliated in front of her as a signal of her fall from grace... "Through Felicia's efforts, I've discovered that there are actually women to whom chattel slavery represents a pleasant prospect of selfless service. Isn't that amazing?" W--," Sharon started, then shut up. 'Really?' just wasn't going to be transmitted properly with her mouth wrapped around Armand's 'thing'. Sharon couldn't visualize.