. and I washed your smelly jock strap.” All right. It was pretty ridiculous and we both started laughing so hard a flight attendant stopped to offer...us a soft drink so we’d quiet down. “A little pushy, aren’t I?” she sighed. “Sorry.”“I think we’ll be friends, Bree. But don’t push anything else. You don’t know how complicated life is for me and how moody I can get. Just understand that, even though I’m not ready to share everything about me with you, I’m not trying to hide things from anyone and. So take care of the place! You're living in a historical monument of considerable significance.Nothing much new to report here. Got a death threat recently from an artist, third one this year and it's only April! Sarah is as busy as ever, recently engaged doing costumes for a local production of 'Follies'. She is now sodding sick of sewing sequins.All our love,Sandra and Sarah.PS: Sarah included some things she made at the last minute, which our group thought you might find useful. Your story. " I looked down at my drink. "The next six weeks it steadily got worse. I was like you on that Sunday every day." My eyes welled up. "I was your teenage virgin babysitter and you both seduced me. I was your au pair and I seduced you both. I was your sex slave. I was your masseuse." I looked at Brad and said, "You drugged me and date raped me. I black mailed you. And so on. I was getting lost in fantasy sex land. I bought a vibrating dildo and went crazy with it. Last night, Brad was fucking me. "How much longer are you going to be out there?" she asked accusingly. "I don't know. I'm close to being ready to start putting it together and want to try and get as much done today as possible," I said rather absently. "Besides, you were going to go yard sale-ing with your girlfriends." Grabbing a drink and a handful of chips I walked back to my shop. I took a long drink as I watched Diane walk out and get into her car. Getting back to work on the small cabinets that would eventually hold.