”Nod. At least, I think it was a nod. Despite there not being even a drop of alcohol in her body, Lucy was starting to lose control of her faculties... and the motion of her head was more of a circle than a straight up-and-down.“I ask you to repeat the question. What do you say?”“I said,” Lucy said, way too loudly, “when you fuck Marcie, do you ever think of anyone else?”She jumped as the word fuck slipped out of her mouth, as if someone other than her had said it. It was obvious that it hadn’t. They asked me if I was having sex with Bernie and said not to lie because they already knew the answer. I said I was.I got the feeling they were both jealous of me. Bernie had told me about a few times when men around the office had hit on her and said a couple were still around and had hard feelings.They told me I was fired but that I would get a nice severance package if I agreed not to try and sue anybody. It was a fair amount of dough, more than I would have expected. I took the money. I. " No, she felt me up good, fifteen or twenty seconds. I almost dropped the fucking tray." Maybe she's looking for some. Pull up your pants so they're good and tight when you take this round back. See what happens."He hustled off with the drinks. When he can back he was blushing. "Did she feel you up this time around?" No, she pulled my head down and said, 'I wouldn't mind some of that.' The she stuck her tongue in my ear." No, shit. Did anyone see her do this?" Yes, the whole fucking table. The performance was to happen in a small dance studio, which Elena rented on the outskirts of Moscow.We arrived there on the subway (which locals called Metro) and walked to the address where the performance was to take place. The dance performance was to begin at 5 pm. We came about 15 minutes earlier and saw a small crowd of spectators waiting near the doors to the studio. The dancer Elena was among them. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and a charming smile. She was explaining.