“They say 150 but I’ve never gone over 110.” She glanced his way as she passed a car that was doing the 55 mph limit.“V6?” Tommy asked.She n...dded. “You ever ride in a Dodge Viper?”“Uh uh,” he said.“That makes this car look tame.”She rounded a sweeping curve at 80 and then slowed down. “They sometimes put a radar car along here. Is one of those lights red? I sometimes can’t hear the beep with the top down.” She pointed to a small device sitting on the dash.“Nope,” said Tommy, and the woman hit. I shut off the tap and stood myself up straight. The room was spinning slightly. Walking toward the corner stall I felt like a sheriff in an old western.The door was slightly ajar and so I lifted my foot and pressed it open. There, in the last stall crying on the handicap toilet was Lucy. "Brian do you think I'm beautiful?" She asked, unabashedly intoxicated and forthright. I tried to reply, "oh of course Mrs-", but she interrupted me, "I think Dean is cheating on me". I felt immediately guilty. Two was just downright unrealistic. Or greedy, I thought, shaking my head slightly and smiling. The pleasure I received through Paul, came not from Paul, but from Andrew. And in any case, the pleasure I received was secondary to the lessons Andrew had taught me. Lifting and turning my head, I tucked my hands under my chin and watched Andrew sleep. I loved the rules and the clear-cut boundaries. I loved that when I pleased him, I knew it. He never failed to praise my efforts. That he cared. And Jill didn't either. Instead John said," Absolutely," and dove for Jill's breasts. Kneeling on the floor between her spread legs, John began sucking on Jill's exposed breasts. Jill stroked his head, and pulled him to her.This went on while I just watched them for what seemed like an eternity. Then John looked up at her, and started kissing her, a deep, passionate tongue kiss, all the while kneading her breasts, and rolling her nipples. Jill finally broke the kiss and said to me. "We don't.