“Mind giving me a lift into Fort Smallwood? There’s a gas station owner there with an old-style chain hook tow rig. He can right this thing for me...” On the way to Fort Smallwood – which is really no more than a crossroads, not a town – Bob told Terry about his conversation with George and Isolde. “What did they think?” asked Terry. “Well, neither of them exactly said so in words, but he had a gleam in his eye like he was interested. And she sure seemed interested, especially after I told. It was a black suit made of leather, the trousers were tight – like a second skin. The jacket was long and had a flared skirt. It was open and she was naked beneath it. ‘The car is outside for you now, Miss Greta.’ ‘Thank you, Eva. Come, Kitty. Let us go into the dark night.’ She took my hand and led me out to the car where Eva stood holding firt Greta’s door and then mine. She smiled reassuringly at me as I slipped onto the leather of the seat and felt Greta run her hand over my leg. ‘You will. .there. Ariel’s body jerked - or would have, she did her best to control it, but still she felt her body bouncing, shaking, tiny convulsive movements nearly suppressed - as hands began to roam over her body, here, then here, then there. They were not invasive, they were not insistent - they were not unpleasant, Ariel forced herself to acknowledge. And the woman’s fingers, tangled in her own, her own tangled in herself, a certain undeniable slickness beginning to figure in the fingers, a. Fuck, Ill be back. He said heading for the door at full speed. Lucy smiled at Wanda as she sipped her drink, watching their new young friend leave. That must be one important meeting he has got to be at. She said, turning her attention to the two men at the pool table. Are you ok, honey? She asked turning back toward Wanda. Cant we go to the car for a minute and you get me off, Lucy, Im about to explode. Have you ever played any pool? Lucy ignored the request, even though at the moment it.