Thecouch? Well, that's iffy. Rode the tricycle on that bad boy." Tricyc- nevermind." I started to ask, but realized that I would notlike the answer."F...cking two bitches at once! Only great men can pull that off!" He wasvisibly getting excited. I didn't know if he thought I was impressed orjust enjoyed making me uncomfortable. He pulled out his phone again,typed something, and put it back away. "You ever been with a threesomeinvolving two girls?" Once," I replied, blowing it off. I didn't tell. She left me for a while, and then returned and smudged my body with white sage to purify me and to remove all the problems, pain, and worries I carried. I left a very large tip.I left the spa relaxed and in a different place mentally than when I'd walked into the spa from the beach. I decided Karen had good reasons for not telling me about her group experience and her bisexual tendencies. 'I' was the big reason; she'd known how I'd disapprove. I knew she loved me unconditionally, so much so. You really know your stuff.” “Well, Connie, I’ve been doing this a long time. I better know my stuff,” he answered with definite confidence, and without a trace of arrogance. “Well, they certainly can’t change suppliers now,” I declared. “Connie, it doesn’t work that way. It is critically important to have these guys on our side. If they were not on our side, we’d be fucked. But they don’t have the final say. Procurement has the final say in this company. It’s a stupid system, but that’s how it. The moment seemed to spin out to eternity: howwas I ever going to explain this?An infinite span of time later, Aunt Cathy decided to break theinsufferable tension with a single word."Chris?" she asked in a voice laced with honeyed arsenic. She stared meup and down with a long, measuring gaze, barely capable of hiding heramusement. I nodded, opening my mouth but unable to form a reply. Whatwas she thinking? I could read nothing from her expression, apart fromthe faintest trace of mockery.She.