And Claire Cunningham and her latest squeeze were also in the lists. Quite a crowd actually. The bar was fully stocked—it always was— and the food...was varietal and super tasty.“I am so glad you and Sam could make it,” said Abigail.“Yes, it was nice of you to invite us, and me especially,” said Rina.“So you and Sam met at the gala last month,” said Abigail.“Yes. It was a nice party too,” said Rina. “And yes, Sam and I did kind of hit it off. Well, I’m sure you know: we’ve been dating these past. .." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only make things worse? Could I just deny it outright, or was that tantamount to calling her ugly or, even worse, a freak? This was a verbal minefield she'd dropped me in to. I decided I. But wifey was smart. she knew that you shouldn't always get what you wanted. she knew that the risk wasn't necessarily worth the reward and that all involved parties should have an equal amount of things at stake. She was right, of course, but in hubby's mind, that didn't mean the options were closed... it just meant he had to be selective. as it just so happened, he found the perfect candidate. he'd talked to this individual numerous times, made sure that all was in the clear on who was in. Jim held her head firm as she tried to fight."Plllluuuuuessshhh!" With her tongue held Tara couldn't get out anything decipherable, though we knew exactly what she was trying to do, to beg us to stop. She started screaming and fighting even harder as Doc held up the long, gleaming, steel needle before her eyes.Jim fell on top of Tara and crushed her hips against the rail holding her firm. He had his hands pinned to the sides of her head holding her still as Tara piteously cried out, her face.