"So how do you get horny?"Tony laughs. "I just do, I don't know how to put it into words." Can I touch it?"He glanced over at Peggy from the corner of...his eyes. A barely visible nod, not wanting her daughter to notice. "Sure." He leans back on a pack, stretches out. It's arched and beginning to thicken more. Susan's' finger tips brush it, a shy stroke that is none the less sensual for all it's lightness."Tony's got a really big cock, honey. Men come in all different sizes." Peggy commented."Are. "She's seeing it through my eyes. She's ... pleased," he replied. "Think mental purr. She's very pleased that she could heal Meg."A few minutes later, Meg, flanked by Steve and Marcie, sat on a couch in the sitting room of Meg's suite. She had finally wound down – well, mostly.Diana made a discreet call, and a few minutes later Jennie and Melissa came in pushing a serving cart. After congratulating Meg, they turned and left holding hands."What's this?" Meg had asked as Diana put a tray on her. Teresa heard a familiar voice before she was close enough to identify its source. Pushing through the collection of men at one side of the gathering, Teresa made a discovery."I thought I knew that voice," Teresa thought to herself. "How did that bitch Maria get this job? I can't let her see me." Teresa faded back into the crowd and sought another vantage point. She walked to the other side of the display and stood near the nursery truck. The more Teresa watched Maria vamp for the crowd the more. I try to imagine Phil and Sasha's present life in situ. Maybe Phil at the baby grand penning his next classic rock ballad; Sasha in the den constructing her absurdly twisted plots. There will be friends over from The States. Long Saturday afternoon coastal walks, mid-Atlantic accents and laughter in the after-supper lines of blow. Are they still the same people I knew, loved, fucked? Do they remain slaves to the appetites I encouraged, nurtured in them both? I try not to dwell on that. Instead,.