I asked her how she was feeling, and she said about how drunk she got, and remembered the club and intense dreams, and again I said I had to walk her ...o her room after the club and she was apologetic for being so drunk. She had zero recollection under the hypnotics, about the sex. It was good to validate the storyline so if she did have flashbacks it would be tied to her weird dreams, not the fact I drug fucked her two nights in a row. She said the club was a blast and wanted to go back that. Montana has touched her many times before but never with such a result. The crowd thought her buckling knees and dripping pussy were part of the act and cheered enthusiastically. She grabbed onto Montana’s hips to prevent her from falling. Natasha felt Montana’s skin glowing warm with love and simultaneously sucking love from her hands.Drained and refreshed at the same time, Natasha recovered sufficiently to continue with the show. Her mind travelled at the speed of white light trying to figure. I realized that she was back when she put her hand on my shoulder and said, ‘I didn’t think of those being there. I should have removed them.’ I ignored what she said and said, ‘Her name is Katherine.’ It was a statement not a question. Phyllis was obviously surprised. She stammered a little saying, ‘Yes, she’s our Katie.’ ‘That’s the name we talked about giving our daughter.’ I continued, ‘She is the reason that Maggie left.’ ‘Aren’t you making a rather large assumption…’ Phyllis started. I. Not that there weren't things that happened with all three of us present, but no real discussion of any of it had occurred outside of one-to-one conversations.The same couldn't really be said for Alan. Although we never had anything that would qualify as a discussion about our little games, Hubby definitely did some encouraging of both Jason and me while we were all together.I divide these crazy years into a couple of broad sections. The first part was before Megan saw a few things she wasn't.