The barmaid offered me another Sekt. I thanked her. Her smile said ‘If only I had time to chat’ but clearly she didn’t. She shrugged apologetica...ly and walked off to serve another customer. As I turned to go the toilet I bumped straight into one of the women from the group I’d been watching earlier. Apologising, she indicated I should go ahead and I was very conscious of her following me. This wasn’t the sort of place where women go to the toilet to make out; there were women kissing and. After checking my pockets, I realized I only had a few bucks. No problem, except I had changed clothes at my friends, expecting to return there to crash but somewhere along the way we got separated and I went home. I had just taken cash to the bar, and remember using my last twenty to pay the cab! My friend wasn't picking up the phone, and since I have a spare set of car keys, decided just to take the bus down to his place and at least have wheels! Now I haven't been on a bus since grade. I glared right back. "You're asking for my cooperation," I said. "If you want it, jump down off that Goddamn high horse and give a little back."He made a face. He clearly didn't like it, but neither did he want somebody going into the hospital—or the morgue or wherever—and kicking and screaming about where was dead Susan." ... No, not yet," he finally said."And her condition?" I persisted."Well, Larry, since she, uh, died—" Her condition?" I demanded. He still hesitated. "Jim, don't be a prick. I watched, biting my lip, wanting what Jayne was getting, as Sara rubbed her long fingers over Jaynes pussy through her underwear, gently teasing the crotch with her nail, thinking about pulling it aside to reveal the softness residing inside. She knelt down, the bed next to them not quite obstructing my view, the pants Sara had just been playing with were now being lowered, her soft movements gracefully sliding the small panties down Jaynes legs, even from my position I could see she was wet,.