Her eyes are have trouble adjusting to the sun. She breathes a sigh of relief as it begins to dip below the horizon.It is dusk by the time they arrive...at the bar. Theresa feels energized. She prances inside, Holly behind her.A pair of college girls are at their favorite table.“Crap those bitches are at our table.”“Theresa, we can grab another.”“No.”Theresa heads to the table, stares at the girls. “Move. This is our table.”The girls simply leave. Theresa wonders if maybe the spell is kicking in. .. then I noticed he was a she and it was highly evident."He did?" Rowwell," Not Tom said."What is your name, my pretty?" Wendy said.Pyewacket, Not Tom said, And don't you forget it."Oh ... the Pyewacket from the movie Bell Book and Candle?" Wendy asked.Not, said Not Tom, And you better stop using THAT name. I don't like it.She gave me a look ... Good Lord ... Cats can do it too.She turned to Wendy, That Pyewacket ... the one in the movie wasn't even close ... but he was the best the writers. The man turned away to give himself another couple of minutes recoveryand Suzy stayed there panting, a sight layer of sweat appeared over her body asshe prayed in her head that she would soon be allowed to come. The man took up his belt again and said "Ass" and Suzy knewshe would have to wait, she slid off the table and turned around before bendingover it and raising the back of her skirt up to her waist, holding itthere.? The cold glass table was soothingon her batter breasts though she didnt. He was quiet at dinner. They looked at each other, wondering whether they should go easy on him tonight. After all, he was back and would not be going away again. All the rest of his work on the new company would be here. It might take a while, but they thought they would all be able to renew and refresh their love. Absence does make the heart, and loins, grow fonder. Jane and Paula had entertained each other in bed while Marc was away. They had fun and managed to find out new things about each.