If Beatrice hadn't been gripping his arm, Paul might well have joined them.Colonel Vashti was a popular speaker. She was known for her wit and vivid u...e of language. On the few times Paul had seen the colonel address an audience, she'd been both stirring and entertaining. So when the colonel approached the lectern, Paul hoped that at last there would be a speech which would make this whole interminable affair seem worthwhile, but regrettably he was disappointed. The colonel's wit and slightly. Maybe to gather up a few odds and ends of her wealth. That's right, I'd plunder her if I could, though I wouldn't be crude about it.The age difference didn't put me off. The rich allegedly kept themselves well-preserved, and anyhow there was a certain perversity about it that turned me on. Imagine, making love to a women old enough to be my grandmother! Caressing wrinkled flesh, suckling on dried-up breasts! Losing myself in sensual abandonment with an old hag! In any event, her nether parts. . I know I probably overreacted to what happened, and I don't want to break the friendship. So yes, we — I — want you to come, Denise."Denise finally looked up at Susan. As Stan watched Denise, he saw hope flare, then die, eventually to be replaced by acceptance."I'd love to come, Susan, Elaine. Thanks," she said, quietly, sincerely. Stan nodded as well. But Anne seemed upset."When's it likely to be, Susan?" she asked."Probably the second week in February," announced Elaine."Oh, God. I don't. Awkwardly, Stephanie stepped into the hallway Kelly was sitting in and leaned down while the dark-haired beauty propped herself up and sniffed around her neck. ‘Nope, you’re good, can’t smell a thing,’ Kelly approved, quirking her lip and flashing a slightly sarcastic thumbs-up. And just what am I supposed to smell? Booze breath? Sweat and sex? Kelly idly wondered. ‘What’s up? Somethin’ goin’ on?’ ‘No, it’s, uh,’ Stephanie said nervously, ‘I mean, I’d hate to bother you..’ ‘Fuck that, bother.