"Well, hello, Bethany, still slumming, I see."Oh, great, the year was off to a stellar beginning, five feet inside the building and already the hassle... had started. We turned around to find Jason Williamson—the III, no less—sneering at me. He was one of those self-proclaimed members of the Elite, the kind who acted like his father's money—inherited, of course—entitled him to look with disdain on the rest of humanity."Oh, Jason," Beth gushed, "How I've missed you this summer! I've had an. I love that spontaneous kind of weirdest. And I would have loved some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going. I like your plans for selling the programs to other veterinarians. Now stop lollygagging and let’s get to work!”I was pleased that she had fairly quickly come to the conclusion that our business was more important than sex. Time would tell if she could stick to it, or if she’d get that itch again. I’d just have to be careful not to give her any indication of interest at all.The rest of the day was busy with figuring out how to change the programs so that we could use variables for the name of. I was surprised because it was the first time I had heard anything about that. I asked what she meant and Mary told her that she was too drunk. Amelia told me that once in college they had ended up at a frat house and fucked two guys together in the same room. She said that they had each fuck both guys and it had been a lot of fun. She had always hoped they could do it again, but since Mary now was married and she was single, it would never happen.I hugged Amelia and told her that she would.