"No," he said. "No. Jen, I know you love the sex with Steve. But I think this has gone far enough. I think you need to stop seeing him."Jen was overjo...ed. She wrapped her arms around her husband and hugged him. "I don't want to see him anymore. I really don't. I was only doing it because you wanted me to. I'll stop seeing him. I want to stop seeing him."Mike pulled away, and looked into his wife's eyes. "But we'll still play the Game, right? Just not with Steve. Okay?"Jen lovingly kissed her. Which one of you is his girlfriend?"Rachel responded with, "Oh, it isn't like that..." then glanced around before adding conspiratorially, "He's keeping us both." Oh, so he's... ?" Barbara replied."Uh huh." Rachel nodded. Shannon did, too."How many?" Barbara asked."A couple more..." Rachel picked at her fingernail polish. "Don't tell anyone!" Oh, no! Of COURSE not!" Barbara was all over it -- and she was all over ME at the next opportunity!Nothing else needed to be said. Barbara didn't even. I had been single for a number of months at this stage and had no real sexual release. It was part of the reason I jumped so readily for the job as bartender, I figured that I would meet people and inevitably find someone to break the drought with. I parked my car a block away from the bar and made my way inside, dreading the night ahead.Time passed slowly, and the night was nothing special really. I flirted with the customers, they flirted back, and while I did get one or two numbers, I had no. But, she wanted Diane to be a loser, so she begged for mercy first. We really lost the contest. But, Henrietta threw it just to see how her daughter would react." OH, fuck," Gracie says. "That's not fuckin' fair." I agree," I comment. "Follow me. When we get out there, just follow my lead."When we get out to the tree, I see that Diane's face, hair, tits, and body are all wet. As I get close up I can smell that the wetness is piss. Henrietta has pissed on Diane's face and it splashed all over.