The Wednesday afternoon suited them and also Lucy so they arrived at the venue in town at around 2pm.Lucy greeted them at the door and showed them thr...ugh to the massage salon. She introduced them to four very tall black girls whose English was quite poor so they guessed they were African. “These are your masseurs. They are very good at what they do so relax and let them do their stuff.” Said Lucy as the girls took their coats and handbags and put them in lockers at the side of the room.. Donna was an autoerotic asphyxiation junkie. She had experimented with different methods of cutting off her air supply while she masturbated. One method that had always fired her imagination was hanging.Not that there had been an opportunity to really try hanging herself. She had pretended, tieing a rope around her neck and leaning against it as she stood on the floor. Greatly daring once, she had fastened the rope to a ceiling beam and stood on a chair with a noose around her neck. That had. The vodka loosened me up a bit and I began harmlessly flirting with him. He had an easy, confident manner and before long I was telling him all about my lack of love life, while he continued to ply me with drinks. On returning from the toilet, I suddenly didn't feel very well, dizzy and faint... I staggered over to Jamie who took one look at me and ushered me out into the fresh air. Outside, I thought I was going to throw up, but instead stumbled and felt myself passing out. A pair of. Then turning to Jeff, "Well, hello, my favorite son-in-law. Of course, you're my only son-in-law." Hey, Mom," Jeff said brightly. "Great to see you." Nobody believed him.Despite their verbal jabs, Diana and her mother hugged. "So who are all these people?" Susan said, turning to the others.Diana couldn't help it, she just had to do it, "Well, this is our project manager, Dave Henson, and his assistant and first wife, Evie."Dave stuck out his hand, fighting a grin. Susan shook it, and Dave was.