Bodies? Check. Arms and legs? Check. Dicks? Check. It took us a whole second; the ladies took at least fifteen minutes.When they permitted us to view ...hem, they had acquired butterflies which danced around their pussies. Where else would a butterfly go for the sweetest nectar around?Toro and I got pretty suspicious though, when the butterflies started synchronized dancing! Must be some sort of trick! We insisted on a thorough inspection of the zones -- rather difficult since the zones bounced. ’ She listened with satisfaction as the groups at their tables formed and animated discussions began, then she turned to hide her smile once again… ‘Oh, what a wicked web they weave… ‘ she said to no one in particular. +++++ After the mid-class break, groups reformed at their tables, and like a conductor striking her baton before the orchestra, Mariel Desjardins got ready to produce the night’s real performance… ‘Group One? Are you ready?’ The were, of course. She led the groups one by one,. "So, will you take the job?" she asked."I'll have to think about it." I replied, "But wait a minute! You said it was a 'good-news, bad-news' scenario. While I'm not sure yet that the offer is the best news I've ever had, I doubt if YOU would consider it bad news, so what's the bad news?" If you decide to take the job," Patricia said, "You'll tell ME the bad news, if I know you."I tried to think what that meant, but my thoughts got sidetracked with consideration of the offer. Could I do it? If. "After that I got out of her bed and returned home leaving a contented woman.The next morning we had bad news. Daphne had found Alice in her garden dead after a heart attack. Her death devastated the whole family. I wondered if it was me who had killed her with all the extra energy she had displayed. Mum, because she was such a good friend and Aunt.Dad didn't go to the funeral, but Gran, mum and I went. Gran was now living back in her own home, so mum and I returned to our empty house. Once.