They had played with each other’s twats throughout dinner, sharing tastes of pussy juice with each other and Bret and me, and in the process leaving...each other quite exposed. They were behind the table so that they were somewhat hidden from view from everywhere except for a portion of the bar and from anyone standing directly next to them at the table. From those spots, my guess was that the view of their waist-down nudity would be unobstructed.My suspicion was confirmed by the waiter, who was. I pulled her lips to mine and pressed my mouth firmly on hers. We opened up and devoured each other with our tongues, teeth and hands. She was very responsive. More so than I had anticipated. Her mouth was so soft and small and my tongue practically filled it up. My hands swept to the front of her torso, feeling her slender, older body under her clothing. Our hands roamed through each other’s hair and over our faces and shoulders as we pulled our bodies together and our hips met; our tongues. . I remember ... smells. Pine. Cinnamon. Turkey. I don’t remember anything specific but I remember the smells. Isn’t that funny?”“It is,” she said, reaching for the little notebook she always had near. “I’m going to write it down as a new memory emerging. Maybe we should introduce a whole bunch of new smells to you and see what they remind you of.”“An interesting concept,” Gee agreed.“Um ... Gee? Karen? Can we invite Sister, Brother, and Littlest to have Christmas cookies with us?” Nina asked. The policeman's innate curiosity was much diminishedwhen the object of his scrutiny was potentially a SARS carrier. Wordless, fearful ICF personnel met us and whisked us into a negativepressure room, a room kept at lower atmospheric pressure than thesurrounding building: the way the air flowed pulled the pathogens weexhaled away from the world, and into an exhaust gas sterilizer.Nancee, Lizette and I were alone again."Nancee, it is good that we are such good friends." I agree, Alexandra, but.