Just after noon the ladies began showing up and I was told to put on a tank top and take off my shorts. I brought out some snacks Andrea had prepared ...his morning and she introduced me to each of her friends. They were each good looking ladies and they admired my caged penis. A couple handled it to get a better look at my piercing. They directed all their questions to Andrea and never spoke directly to me. I head one day no wonder to take lovers that pathetic little thing wouldn't do her any. She is lying there wide awake and dreaming about the dance with Marcus. Quinn hears Marcus get up to go to the bathroom. Quinn sits up in the bed and looks over at Jazz. Jazz is sound asleep, so Quinn decides that the coast is clear to sneak out of the room. She pads softly towards the bathroom arriving at the door just as Marcus is exiting. "Oh, hey Quinn, did you need to use the restroom too?" "No," she says with a slight shake of her head. She bites her lip as she looks up into Marcus's. I rather like her, myself," her smile telling that she was obviously understating. "I just came to tell you I am a bit better now, and can do something about our evening meal."Euphemia started. "No, Isabella. You have to take things easy. I shall deal with the food preparation. It is time I did more in that line, anyway."Isabella said softly, "The painkillers are helping, but my tummy is still not right, so I fancy scrambled egg or something else light, Euphemia."Ebenezer unexpectedly giggled. But it cost her, and that cost was dear and almost more than she could take.She opened the door to go into the small room that housed the homicide bullpen, a room cluttered with papers on the walls, ancient grey metal desks, filing cabinets, and a table that held a huge coffee maker. She went there first and was just about to pour herself a cup of the thick bitter liquid that cops laughingly described as coffee when a hand gently touched her shoulder."You should have water. The caffeine isn't.