A missed call and two texts from Yesenia beckon her, but her best friend can wait a little longer. Slipping back into the bathroom, she shoves a tooth...rush in her mouth. Looking over at her calendar where she has been keeping track of her ovulations, she notices that it isn’t for another few days. It may not happen now, but at least we can still play. She places the brush on the sink and steps into the hot shower, lathering herself up with body wash.Zaria pays special attention to her breasts. Father Murray ... back to her. First, I must ask you for your permission." Some ... of Frank?" asked Raina, playing confused like a pro. "Interesting word choice. That is kind of vague, Laura. What do you mean? A lock of hair? A fingernail clipping? Some saliva? A throat swab? Some sweat?" No," Laura answered, unable to look Raina in the face and blushing crimson to the tops of her bare breasts. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying in vain to control her racing pulse and ragged. "It's right down here..." and laughing, the two older women followed the excited girl.Once in the small concrete-walled room, Lynne offered seats on the blonde-wood bed and the unoccupied chair. Kate took a quick inventory – off-white walls, institutional blue carpet, beige drapes, and blocky furniture. "Jess, these are my friends, the ones I was telling you about. Kate owns the vineyard, and Deb is a lawyer." Outside the large-format window was foliage from what looked to be an oak tree,. [Pathetic. How did you expect to know if you were compatible without months of hard nasty sex? O tempora! O mores!]The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me drinks and made me dance with any guy who came to our table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice or Bev; he got me. I'd had enough drinks to get "loose" and when the guys felt me up I didn't fight off their hands. I didn't care because I knew that.