As our meals settled, the band started their first set. I danced with Karen. She whispered, "Ask your sister but someone will cut in." She grinned and...lay her head on my shoulder.We sat down for one and then I asked Marianne to join me. She smiled and stood. It was a slow one and she moved into my arms gracefully almost fitting as well as Karen. We had only danced for a moment when a young man's voice said, "May I cut in?" I released Marianne to let her dance with Tom, her busboy.I pulled Karen. Quickly losing interest, she turned her deep green eyes on the one who was her real prey. She let out a small purr, a guttural sound deep in her throat, her naked body swishing back and forth, slowly crawling closer, her skin glistening with the fever of her need. If I only would look her way, she purred softly, her eyes brightly watching me. She squeezed onto the tail, instantly flipping it, while swishing her muscular haunches back and forth. She approached my chair slowly, sashaying. At first she would have just punched the guy in the face and ran out of the shop; now, however, she was more willing to believe him, and accepted the pills without question. She left the shop, and returned home to her husband.Saturday afternoon was fairly uneventful. Jean and Virgil followed their usual daily routine, buying food and cleaning the house. While they were shopping, they discovered that nobody noticed Virgil's altered appearance. In fact, everybody treated them as if Virgil had. They looked expensive.There was a knock at the door and Michael awoke form his reverie."What the fuck now?" he said to himself, annoyed at the distraction.Michael opened the door to find Polly standing on the doorstep. Pollywas dressed very provocatively; a thigh-hugging navy-blue pencil skirtworn high on the waist with a kick-pleat in the rear, a matching jacketworn tight over a cream satin blouse open at the decolletage displayingher ample breasts, a hint of lacy black brassier visible. Her.