Then, a man and woman stepped up. They were in their 50s, and the woman was clearly drunk. She came over and said, " what are you doing? Take...off those clothes! ", and the man came up behind wifey, and lifted her shirt over her head, taking his time to enjoy the heft of her huge tits, and she obliged by raising her arms. The woman pushed me down, and pulled off my jeans and boxers, tossing them to the floor. "That's better! " she said, and she sat me back up, took hold of my. I was trying to keep up with his dancing as I wasn’t a good dancer which made me concentrate hard. So much so I lost track of all the places his hands were going. Soon as I realised, I put a halt to some of his play, But for the most part it just felt overwhelming. He started caressing me and I was getting light headed. I pushed him away and went to the toilet for a break and to regain some sense. When I came out I said I was sorry, didn’t mean to be rude and that we cant get too carried away. "We were the only girls on the staff, and hung out a lot during that summer. Didn't keep in contact afterwards, though, which was a pity. The weird thing is, I can remember what she looked and sounded like, but her name is a blur. It was a really prim and proper name, like someone from one of the Boston Brahmin families, though she was from the Midwest. No, wait, I remember now. Elizabeth Carstairs!"My God, this is a freaking small world. "Who!?" I said with more force than intended."Elizabeth. "Second, I wanted to see if you or Zeus wanted to do anything in addition to the steps I had already taken. I have identified the financier of the terrorist project."Apparently, I happened to say this just at the moment when Artemis had a mouthful of hardboiled egg."Dhass famtatic ... wai"It would seem that talking with a mouthful of hardboiled egg is a difficult task. She swallowed hurriedly and cleared her mouth with a drink of water."That's fantastic, Io! Details, I want details! And what.