The fruits were all perfectly ripe, despite the early season,and gave off a heavenly sweet fragrance."This must be the tree," Julius guessed.Cornelius...was unwillingly convinced. "I admit it looks promising. Youshould taste one of the fruits, Julius." Why me?" You're the woman, remember?" Cornelius said with a smirk."Ah, right," Julius said, and plucked a fig from the tree. "It smellsgood."We watched carefully as he sniffed the fig in his hand, and took anexperimental bite, tasting the flesh. We'd had a wild time back in the early 80's fucking our way through Uni. She used to pick up blokes in pubs and take them too a motel where she would fuck them ragged and then nick money from them. On a number of occasions we had threesomes with other friends and that's how I met Sharon. Anyway, back to the present. Sheryl was dancing away by herself withSharon watching intently as Bill and I exchanged a few quick knowing glances. I rested my left hand on Sharon's knee and rubbed her inner. Those two were from two different mothers and they were always at each other’s throats. I’m not a bit surprised that Craig is dead and Jake is gone. He got the money then and he’s taken off with the money now too. He isn’t just pouting somewhere, he’s taken off.’ ‘So you should—’ ‘Already in train, missy,’ the sheriff interjected. ‘And your mother is completely off the hook for taking her ornery ways toward men too far.’ Ally told Angela that news when she and the sheriff had disconnected. She. "That looks better." She slipped her headinto a net and reached up and touched one of my curlers. "How did youdry them, with a blow dryer?" No, I have an old dome dryer in my closet I bought off of E-bay." Can I use it too?" Of course, you can use anything of mine you want." Let's go downstairs then, and find a place to set it up."I followed her back downstairs. The most beautiful woman I had ever met,naked in front of me. Her hair up in pink curlers, her gorgeous assshimmying down the stairs..