A woman with exposed breasts could be fucked by any of the attending gentlemen. The women would be returned to their resorts in pairs by cabs hired ju...t for that purpose. The older of the ladies would be responsible to pay the cab driver. The fare would be the use of her mouth. I would ride home with Blondie.When we arrived at the party, I observed a low wall separating the rear of the hotel from the sea. Heavy chairs and love seats were scattered seemingly at random about the room and every. Whether I can ever mend things betweenStephen and me, I'm just not sure. What I am sure about, though, isregardless of whether or not my future lies with Stephen, I can nolonger live two parallel lives and it's time for those lives to becomeone and that one will be Adele. So it's time for me, Marc to saygoodbye to you all and to ask you for two things. Firstly, don't judgeStephen as none of this was his fault and secondly, please could youhelp Adele settle in when she comes to work on Monday. Her hairstylist led her over to a counter where a large, leather-boundbook was resting. On the cover was embossed in large gold letters "PansyPumpscock Book of Styles." Pansy giggled and excitedly clapped her handsand the sight of the book. How wonderful was this?Daniel opened up the book to the first page, where Pansy's picture as shelooked right now looked back at her. "Now, Pansy, I want you to gothrough each page and pick out the look that's right for you."Excitedly, Pansy looked at Daniel. Without them we would all be lonelier." We clinked glasses and took a sip. It was good champagne. I had only had the cheap stuff in my other life; now I appreciated the difference!"And to the Goddess," said Wendy, "and whatever anomalies in time, space, and fate allowed us all to find each other. Let us remember that without a guiding hand from her, life would be different."Seven glasses clinked again.Even a magnum of champagne doesn't last long when shared among seven people, and I don't.