Matt. She decided not to think about that either. But beyond Matt and Greg, she’d certainly been making her presence felt lately. The past two mont...s of her life had been such a strange mess and she didn’t care to let her thoughts dwell on that story either. The only two constants were: Rebecca hated her, and she was sucking a lot of penises. The second thing could certainly be considered relative. Even during Rachel’s ‘good’ stretches, the amount of head she gave might eclipse half a high. How that Druid had seen her interest still puzzled her.She kissed Jeff on the forehead and said, “I’ll be waiting.”Visiting the hospital had the potential for being a traumatic experience for the two young women. Sterile looking rooms stocked with adjustable beds surrounded by medical equipment provided a sharp contrast to their nice little house. The patients in the halls and the rooms looked ill. That was a sight that filled them with fear, even in the best of times.The visit might have been. If it werent for the Wishing Moon, you wouldnt be here right now. Amber launched into her story of her Wishing Moon rituals, how she wished that Greg would notice her. As the years went on she wished for him to notice her on a more romantic level. While Beth no longer wished, Amber never gave up hope and continued her rituals, until finally Greg kissed her. You may not believe me, may write it off as coincidental, but I believe her and in the Goddess Selene. Turning to Beth she continued, If. Marshall, as the kids at school called her. At Maxim’s parties, she invariably noticed Bob’s work colleagues and bosses eyeing her covertly, and she would feel good about herself.She never flirted—that wasn’t her—but she couldn’t fail to notice the flirting done by the women at the Christmas parties, and by the wives at the friendly neighborhood soirees. The casual touches, the coy smirks. After one Christmas party, she and Bob had actually caught a couple having sex in the venue’s parking.