The question took her as much by surprise as it evidently did the boy. ‘Um . . .’ he uttered, embarrassed. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean–‘...Please shut up before you make a complete fool out of yourself, she thought angrily. ‘Nothing. Never mind. I just thought . . .’ Again, she fought to overpower a most unwelcome groan. Why did she always stick her foot in it? There followed an uncomfortable silence where Ellen wanted more than anything to jump up and run out of the sauna. She laughed at herself. All of them disappeared into the back of her mind as quickly as they had come, like traffic flowing past her when she was still biking to work each morning.Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her. “Well” Deb started “remember Dee our old neighbour”? “ ” Of course, why was she there as well?” “you bet, anyway as the night was getting going, Dee was drinking more and more red wine.” “apparently her and Dave (Dee’s Husband) haven’t been getting on well lately and she more than let everyone know about it” “it was quite embarrassing really but that isn’t the best bit. When some of the fuddy duddies left we really started to have a good giggle about the toys dressing up and fucking etc.”“ we. She wasn't really my type, but I could tell by the nasty moves she was doing that she was one of those girls who would do whatever it took to make the customer happy. I kept her in the back of my mind as a possibility... The place wasn't real busy yet so I found a table a little away from the main stage. There was five or six guys sitting on the "meat rack" - the stools right up next to the stage, and a few other guys sitting at other tables around the lounge. Presently, a one of the cocktail.