Sylvia and Walter. The beans were no better than Helen's, but they were certainly different and every bit as good in their own way.I rode the bike sev...ral blocks to Jennifer's office. I knew Sylvia was already in the office, because I saw her scooter in the parking lot. I parked my bike beside her scooter.I finally got to meet Jennifer's cold hearted receptionist. She turned out to be a fifty pound over weight brunette with blond hair thanks to a home dye job. She was not a happy looking lady. I’ll tell you more another time. I need to know about what Maggie’s been up to. TELL ME.”We got a few strange looks from others nearby in the pub as Debbie raised her voice. She was clearly not going to let things drop.I didn’t go into too much detail but I did explain to Debbie that before the rugby dinner Maggie and Simon had ended up making out after drinking too much at the pub.“I remember that night. I knew that there was something going on when Simon needed a partner for his rugby. “Oh God. All of you?” Bob said flabbergasted.“Yeah! And we’ll even buy lunch afterwards.” Moe said.Linda rasped, “Bob, Charlie, you have got to get me out of here. I am not missing THAT. Carmine’s gonna pee his pants!”Nurse Sheila chortled, “IF you can manage not to tear your stitches, I’ll see if I can help you. It’ll have to be in a wheelchair, but at least maybe you can watch.”“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I promise!” Linda pleaded in her best ‘little girls’ voice.“Okay, Boys, TEN-HUT, ABOUT. I stayed glued to the window. My father started sweet talking to her – “You are my darling, you are my sweet wife, you are my sweet beautiful wife, you are my dutiful wife, you are my lovely wife, you are my whore, you are my sweet whore, I fuck you like a whore you mother fucker…” he shouted; and she retorted, “Yes darling, I am your dutiful wife, I do as you say, I am your whore and you are my master, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me till I cry out darling, my husband, my master…” And they went.