Passing along what she learned, she taught Jenna well. ‘Let it work for you, Jenna, and you will have no worries in your retirement. If I am to die ...efore you,’ she said prophetically before she became ill, ‘continue my legacy of helping women.’ It was the legacy they both shared and the legacy that gave them joy. Their wealth meant nothing to them personally, they merely used it as a vehicle to help other women in need. Except for the ostentation of the period house, there were no fancy cars,. “Sarita ... when did you, you know, get here? It was just Shelly and me last night, wasn’t it?” I scratched my head as she began washing my skin before I could reach for the puff.“Oh, I was already here. Remember when I ducked out a little early, having started early? Thank God for flex time, sweetie. I was here the whole time that you were having supper, and when you two retired to bed, I ate leftovers. I must say, Shelly is quite the cook, isn’t she? Then, once we were sure that you were too. It wasn't courage or even curiosity that made Carly turn over, but a freak out over a sound she was hearing. She slowly turned to see her best friend, Sam, jerking off Freddie, and licking it up and down. Guess that answers one thing, Carly thought, but now what? Last night was exhausting, and as uncomfortable as she felt from Freddy being in her ass, saying what she said to him, made her feel incredibly dirty. The whole night was also the best feeling she had ever had. Clearly, she was. As big as he was, Bill held his liquor well. He was loud and jovial, but he was naturally that way. He was just a big, friendly man who liked his bourbon. Irene, on the other hand, became quiet and morose. Bill would nurse his double shot and enjoy it, while Irene would pour twice as much in her glass and drink it twice as fast. Irene was a drunk.Bill looked embarrassed when Irene passed out at the table, and I was embarrassed for him. He helped her to bed and returned with a sad look on his.