”“Her Gmail’s [email protected],” I smiled. “That’s why we had to give her a new one.” She could have just had a new Gmail of co...rse, but I suppose I’d wanted to add that little extra attachment for her.“She’s so lucky, having you for a dad.”“She’s lucky having you for a girlfriend,” I reciprocated.“I’m very lucky,” said Saffie, nude next to us and stroking a plump and sensitive D-cup, “but Zanz can have an email can’t she Dad? I thought you said you can have a thousand with your. Running late, I had stuffed my street clothes in my backpack and wore the workout pants and t-shirt. Shucking off the lightly lined windbreaker, defense against the cool morning, I headed towards the stage and the voices there."He is a distraction!" Barb's voice boomed. "I need your focus on the production! I need your critical faculties!" I spent three years working on this!" Molly shouted back. Neither one of them needed to shout. They were inches from each other. "I know the script. " But what about what you said about the staff being worried that there was something wrong?" Cynthia asked. "If we both suddenly leave two hours early, won't that make them think..."Amanda cut her off, "You let me worry about business. I'll meet you down at the bar in fifteen minutes."Danny O's was more than half-empty when Cynthia walked in the front door. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dim light inside. When she did, she glanced at the few stools that were occupied, but. How long ago did they first meet? Did they see each other regularly? Nothing really explicit, though sometimes a more exciting answer was given. Like when I asked whether they always met up here, and the answer was “Usually. But sometimes at my place. And sometimes somewhere outside…” Obviously that prompted a follow up question from me, and before long I was listening baited breath to the stories of his adventures in sexdating.This went on for a good hour and a half. Sometimes the conversation.