I was annoyed because I had no interest in babysitting this 28 year old while I had the house to myself. Anyhow, it was summer, she was tanned, wearin... a ridiculously short skirt, low cut top, smelled great. I let her in, and I went to my Den to continue watching a football game. She helped herself to a bottle of wine, and sat on the couch, yacking away about how much of a jerk Jerry the boyfriend was, blah blah blah. I was drinking myself, and on about my 12th beer, feeling pretty good. She. Of course, that didn’t surprise Sally, as Betsy tended to be a little scatterbrained about some things.“I improved almost all of my times by about ten percent.”Even Sally knew that Olympic records changed by fractions of a second up to a few seconds. They didn’t get ten percent lopped off of them.“That’s amazing.”“Last weekend, I beat my records by fifteen percent,” Betsy said.“Are you sure you measured it correctly?” Sally asked.That was just a bit too much to be believed. A lot of the. "As calm as they'll be. Expensive. Separating assets, starting over again. A lot of extra time. She was okay about it, V, thanks for asking." Did she give you a real reason?" Outside of the k**s thing? Well..." I trailed off"Well, what? Don't play coy with me."I blushed a little."I think we both were seeking more sexually aggressive partners?" Jack!" I know, I just like a bossy woman, I suppose. And she wanted a guy to ruthlessly plow her." I joked.V looked at me, squinting a little, analyzing. It wasn’t until the following day that we saw them again though it was totally uncool for anyone (especially me) to actually ask where they’d been. It was enough to know that Crystal was distressed by the hostile attention and the inward conflict with her conscience. I was the only one who’d take offence that it was with Judy rather than me that Crystal had chosen to unburden herself. Sure, I still had the intimate attention of Jane and Jacquie—not to mention the opportunity to make love with.