Once more, I was taken by the hand by Jacqui and guided into the bathroom. A square room, not too big, a bath running across one wall with a cabinet a... its end. A toilet sat on the adjacent wall, below a square window overlooking the back garden. In the left corner was a shower cubicle with a clear perspex door and wall.Jacqui opened the cabinet and took out two towels as I entered the shower cubicle, turning to look at her. To my surprise, she left the bathroom door open, suggesting the others. Once I contrived to have all of my pajamas in the wash so I had toborrow a pair of hers. Of course, they were just flannel, as for herpart, she had no particular interest in wearing anything sexy to bed.They did have a little bit of lace trim, which was enough to give mea nice hardon, which she either ignored or chose not to notice. Aftershe fell asleep I jerked off into them, which was still kind of fun.Anyway, back to my birthday party. I put on a pair of light bluepanties and a bra and sat. " Yeah, you're right Amy, but we both know Nathan is out there fucking Hannah's brains out, and if she forgot to take those pills, my luck may have run out."The idea that Mr. Nathan was going so far as to have sexual relations when he gave those massages was only perverse speculation on the part of Soroya who was tantalized by such thoughts. She did not actually believe it. The fact that they were all related added more spice to the lurid tale when she discussed it with Jacob in bed. They would. Once again, they had reserved a room at the Algonquin.The train was late. This was hardly unusual, and Paul was patient. He people-watched in the giant terminal, enjoying the beginnings of the Christmas season: people hurrying home to the suburbs on commuter trains; the arriving interstate passengers, being greeted by their Big City cousins.The Amtrak train, and the subsequent later-scheduled Amtrak arrivals from the south, were all late. Lois' train was now 75 minutes late. Laboriously, Paul.