.” “So you don't know? Maybe you'd like it.” “I'm not even bi-curious,” I said. “Still, when you have a threesome, you have to do a little...work.” “I'll touch but I won't taste,” I said. “Not that I think there's anything wrong with it. I love having my pussy eaten, and I'd let any girl Damion chooses do that, but I wouldn't be any good at it.” “We'll see,” he said. “I'll make you a deal. It has to be scout's honor, of course, because I won't know, but if you have a threesome and end up eating. " She said as she stuck her hand through the window to shake mine. I took her hand and felt the dainty nature of her small fingers encased in my broad palm. However, I was also "shaking" for other reasons. I had not forgotten what Melanie had told me a week ago, "Scarlett had been reading my journal to Michelle on the phone…" This little black-eyed brunette knew things about me that I had only shared with a few others---partners in crime whose "passions" matched mine. This latest revelation—one. I love a man who is comfortable enough to be able to touch. Not all men are, I think they are afraid that it will imply something that they are not ready to give. We had a lovely meal, of prime rib, and a lovely white wine, with our meal, and dessert that we shared as we lingered over coffee, talking about every thing under the sun. We discovered that we had a great deal in common. We loved the same kinds of music, as eclectic as it is, from John Denver to The Eagles, to Anne Murray,. "Yes Miss Grace, I was hoping that Miss Helen would be here to tellyou, to reassure you ...." Unfortunately she has had to go to the Far East at short notice,China and India, for the Foundation, I shall be joining her therenext Wednesday myself. However ...."Grace de Messembry looked at her watch and seemed to come to a timedriven decision.".... we have had a long chat about you and the general state ofplay and she assures me that the move is very much in all ourinterests. And who am I to.