” Rachel’s eyes widened, and she clasped a hand over her own mouth. Deborah’s face showed her shock and betrayal.I said, “Deborah’s worn a m...niskirt?”Rachel glanced at Deborah, still shocked and betrayed, then down at the table. “We were young and curious. I bought a cute little denim miniskirt from a sale rack at the mall. We both tried it on one afternoon.” Deborah turned red.“Um, Rachel?” I asked, “You wouldn’t have taken pictures, would you?”Deborah sat up and opened her mouth, but Rachel. Justy: Emma doesn’t snore - well not any time I’ve slept with her Molly: Mother!Justy: anyway - who is that gorgeous boy or girl? Why are they blue?Molly: that’s Sophie - she’s a sexbot - a girl with a cock - you’d love herJusty: but where is she now - I want herMolly: she’s in bed with Charlie - don’t panic - the cock only appears when she’s with another girl and I never touched himMolly’s movements must have disturbed Emma, gently snoozing by her side: “It’s alright - go back to sleep - I’m. He lived in a three bedroom brick home. It was nice. He wrapped her arm around his neck and eased her into the house. He made his way to a large couch, sat her down and lifted her feet onto it laying her down. She was aching from the ride home. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Evan had a message on his machine. He needed to go take care of a little job for a client. He would only be gone for an hour or so. She assured him she would be alright. She fell asleep soon after he left.. ’ ‘Beg your pardon?’ ‘…by Cynthia Harrell. It’s a song of hers.’ I began to sing the refrain, not very well, ”I’d give my life, not for honor, but for you. In my time, there’ll be no one else. Crime, it’s the way I fly to you. I’m still in a dream, snake eater.” ‘You’re not a bad singer. It’s a bit…A bit of an innuendo though, isn’t it?’ ‘Eh?’ ‘Singing a love song, the person you love being called ‘snake eater’?’ ‘Not when it’s a woman singing it, it’s not,’ said the unfamiliar voice, entering.