"You okay?"I didn't need eyes at the back of my head to know that it was Warren behind me. Lacking strength for a scathing remark, I settled for a nod..."You don't look like you're okay," the oaf said thoughtfully.I decided my strength was back. I turned and glared at him. "So why the hell ask, you dumbshit?"He smirked. "Dumbshit, eh? I know why you ran out." Really? Go find someone who cares." You still love Jus." Was it possible for that smirk to go wider? I longed to punch him in the face. He. "Next, the ladies have the right to refuse any advances made to them. Anybody that violates this rule is excluded immediately and cannot attend any future events. No exceptions. And safe sex is encouraged and recommended. Condoms and lubricant are supplied." "And lastly ladies are to wear something skimpy and men boxers or g strings in communal areas like the lounge or bathrooms. If a door to one of the bedrooms is closed that indicates the people using that room want privacy. This means if. I pull on my robe and leave it open as I walk to the kitchen. I like feeling the air flow across my skin. I also makes me feel sexy. I can’t do this with Danny here. It’s fun. Ben has cut some fruit for me and left it on the kitchen counter. I peek in the oven. There’s three waffles, sausage and some crisp bacon and a carafe of coffee. I skip the plate Ben put on a placemat on my kitchen island. I grab the fork beside it and devour the meat and waffles right off the pan. After those are done, I. Trouble is they are usually all related and don't want to be seen on the pull by all their relatives. No matter I get a pint of a nice local bitter in and take a slow walk around the pub glancing around to see who is in and just to let anyone paying attention that I am on the look out for company.I work my way back to the bar a group of ladies are there, quite a bit younger than me, maybe late 30's, that certainly does not bother me and I am lucky enough that I am often mistaken as being 45, in.