The sound of light jazz filled the room and my husband proceeded to get us a couple of drinks. I started feeling a little frisky after the first few d...nces combined with my drinks and the enjoyment of finally being able to let my hair down gave me a second wind. I did take note that my risky dancing and husbands roaming hands were noticed by several people. That was okay though and I know he loves knowing other men and women are watching me. As I drank and danced freely my husband had. I kinda like the purple stuff, Tink whispered.Linda responded, Diane says it’s all about branding or something like that.Eww. Branding sounds painful. I hope we get a cute brand if we have to get one, whispered a concerned Tink.You’re thinking about tattoos. They do hurt some when you get them. I think Diane was talking more about setting up a public persona, Ret explained.Not another Persona. There’s enough of us already, answered Tink.Different kind of persona, Linda whispered.If we get the. It was fun having to try to see your cards in the dim light so we started drinking more and more. We all began to get pretty well drunk and talk turned sexual. We tried to get S to play strip poker but she’d decline each time. S. went to the bathroom and R. told me she’d be passed out soon. He made her a drink and she drank it all when she returned. It wasn’t ½ hour that she was passed out, laying back on the couch R. said “told you” and I asked what he did and he just said he made her a. He had watched his boys turn into men and disappear over the horizon towards their destiny as his wife became increasingly frigid and antisocial. One morning in one of her frequent bursts of rage, her overtaxed heart burst, leaving him to weather his final years alone and lonely. He became bitter and turned towards himself, rarely seeking the console of others and growing to despise those who did. His days were long and he frequently found himself staring at the ceiling.Cristal wasn't very.