"I tore off the neck roll, got off the commode and almost walked out ofthe stall without my hair on. "Hold on princess," Rita said grabbing mywrist, "...ou almost forgot your personality." She took the wig from myleft hand and briskly shook it out. "Lean over," and she put itperfectly on my head. It looked full and shiny. "Brush the bangs in themirror."I walked out leaned on the counter, looked in the mirror, colored mylips in between the lines and looked better then ever. I looked over tothe. I am a slut. Please fuck me, Adrian. Fuck your whore slut mother. Please, Adrian!" Near the end Leslie was practically yelling. She was so horny! Her hands moved down to her cunt by reflex. Adrian had gotten off of the couch and was just in time to slap her hands away."Bitch! Did I say you could finger your slut-cunt? Did I tell you that you could play with yourself?" Adrian growled.Leslie mewled "I am sorry, Adrian. Please forgive me. Please fuck your bitch whore mother. Please master.. By 7p.m. we had all the food prepared, the beer on ice, and the chips and dip put out. By 7:30 all the players had arrived and been introduced to Ann and had been warned to be on their best behavior - I didn't want to have to make any explanations to her husband.By 8 the game was in full swing and I was looking forward to a good night as I had won three out of the first seven hands. The stakes were quarter, half, and dollar; a limit of three raises, and dealer names the game. I wasn't going to. I took a deep breath and turned around with a smile on my face. It looked like nobody had noticed what had just happened. I looked around and didn't see Lucas. I walked into the other room. The twins were starting to get fussy, so I told John we had better get going. The party was winding down and we said our goodbyes. On the way home we talked about some of his relatives but he never mentioned his father, so I didn't either. A couple of days went by and all I could think about was the fact.