Oh. So where is Bill and Jenny going to sleep tonight? I shrugged and said we'd work something out: Always the camping gear and the upper deck. How co...e Mark isn't sleeping in the guest room? I explained how Mark had evidently just volunteered to drive her all the way from Montana so she could attend her kid sister's graduation and how I guessed they weren't lovers. Oh. Cat looked at Nancy and she shrugged. 'You know Mark.' Oh yeah, guess that explains it as well as anything, then. The Cat. Kate and Karl had been our best friends for a longtime and although Kate and Sally Anne had had fun together andKate and I had even had sex, up until now Karl and I had justbeen friends. We had already started down the road to beingsexual partners and I wondered whether this would affect ourfriendship. Even as I thought about it I knew my desires weresuch that I was past the point of no return."Darling. What on earth are you thinking about," said SallyAnne.I snapped out of my daydream and. She wouldn?t let him leave the vanity until his nails were dry. ?You can remove the polish in the morning.?They got to bed early that night, eager to resume where they had left off. Carrie found that there was something very special about this delightful man of hers. He was as strong and sexy as ever, but he was more attentive, more considerate. Was the secret of great sex to get your man to wear panties and makeup? Or was it something else? On Friday morning, John unrolled his hair. The goose bumps caused the hairs on my arms to stand on end as I moved about the little room with the grace of an experienced entertainer, the sounds I emitted swooping and diving with dizzying speed. I was playing something that sounded like a cross between the harp solo on the Rolling Stone’s Midnight Rambler and Little Walter’s solo on Muddy Water’s Manish Boy when I began to imagine seeing something out of the corner of my eye—if you’ve ever spotted a mouse trespassing in your kitchen in.