The revelers cheered their approval. Slowly I pulled the dainty elastic piece up Megan’s smooth calf. Her skin felt warm and velvety as my knuckles...rubbed against it. I wanted so badly to run my hands up and down her legs and squeeze and caress them – it was torturous not to. I had to remind myself that I had come to this party with Karen and that she was sitting here in this very room and watching my every move. I knew that I should behave and clear my mind of all my lusty thoughts. And I. Philippa was dressed in a pair of black hot pants with pink platform shoes. Philippa’s make up was on the garish side. Norbert and Jonathan were wearing formal Armani style suits with purple socks and with ties that were copies of Louis Vuitton ties he had seen in the distant past. For reasons, only known to them they wore white and black two tone shoes. Gamma, was wearing a short skirt, stiletto heels, and had what appeared to be a tattoo of a biker chick on her left arm and seemed to be. "Well...well, actually, sir, I don't. She--" "No. Didn't think so. I do." "You--" I had to swallow again. "You do?" "Yes. Pretty girl. Dark hair. Body. A slut. Yes?" "Um...well...yes, that does sound--" "Of course. Thought so. Her mother worries." "Her--You know her mother?" "Hm. Ought to. Married to her twenty years." Jesus. I nearly fell down. I really thought I was going to faint, like a girl. But I didn't. "You--" my voice was a croak.. She was bubbly and vivacious, always telling stories about antics at the nursing schools. She took particular pleasure in 'assisting' male patients when she did her practicum rounds at the hospital. So each condo mate earned their keep in the way that suited her personality. Serena did not want to call home for checks and rent money. What Serena did do however, was to call on an old family friend. All through their childhood they were visited by Benjamin Dacosta. He told them many stories about.