The bitch in question seemed to take her appearance in stride, smilingwith sudden confidence. "Ah, Christine, my pet, you always did have sucha way wi...h dramatic entrances. I still remember that time you managed toupstage me at Lord Carmichael's ball. How about you put away your toy andcome sit by mistress then, pet." Her expression was pleasant, but hertone was commanding, as if she was addressing a wayward dog, or a servantreturning from a long vacation.Chris' reaction seemed to discomfit her. The games started as soon as we had the menus in our hands."Not chicken, right Stella?" No, not chicken." Not chicken," George said, turning to the waiter. "Steak, I'd imagine." Steak, Sir?" No, not me. My wife."I smiled innocently at the waiter. "Yes, he means me. He's suggesting I would like some substantial meat." That's right, waiter. Meat. She likes meat."I was still smiling sweetly. "Waiter, is this one of those restaurants where the staff introduce themselves, or is it a snooty place. Her smile wasageless, she could’ve been 20 or 50. The only hintof her true maturity was the grace of her movements.Here was a woman who was comfortable with her beautyand had been for a long time. She was introduced asElisabeth, the hostess. “I’m so very glad you came!” Speaking quickly,she smiled directly at her young female guest. “You picked the one night in a hundred when wehave a lot of company! We’re usually alone way outhere…” An. We must have sat there and talked for about three or four hours, and of course the topic of sex did come up as did the suggestion of a threesome. It was Ben who brought it up; of course I was hoping one of them did, as I didn’t know what their response would be to it. Josh wasn’t as enthusiastic as either Ben or I, but he said that he’d think about it. After that the conversations turned to what we could do together, sexually of course, Josh suggested that we play strip poker. We all agreed.