"Hangover and bad news all together, what a great Friday afternoon!" It's NOT my fucking fault! She said the client wanted these changes before giving...the go ahead!" Ruth exclaims, probably as much upset as everyone else in the room.A tense silence hovers in the meeting room. Philip has his hands in his head, trying to cope with the fact that he has a huge load of work for this weekend to deliver what Agatha obstinately demanded in her morning meeting with Ruth."What a fucking bitch," he says,. .Bonnie looked great and she deserved the attention. I had left off in part 2 where Sharon and Bonnie came inside to cool off and hang out in the downstairs bar. Some of the guests had left and Jake, Sharon's cuckold husband, and I were shooting pool. As I had said before, I was unaware of what happen next until Bonnie filled me in some two weeks after the party. Bonnie and Sharon ventured downstairs to the bar...well it is more like a personal night club including dance floor large sofas and. ?Group III ? three time loser, life, but with the possibility of parole unless there was some type of holy-shit type A offence involved.?Too much groups-types-classes shit for me to remember. Just say one year, twelve year , forever and be done with it!? This guy was too hyped-out, the tranqs must be loosing hold of him.?Group III, eh?? I said in my usual tactful manner. ?Shit, you are one screwed fellow.??Screwed ?bitch,? you mean!? And then he dropped back into his own thoughts. Wasn?t. Thankfully, she caught them before they were naked, and fucking like crazy. She threatened to send them home if it happened again. Amy sulked, and, for some reason, took it out on Gloria. But that only lasted a couple of days, and then she was herself again. Gloria wondered if she'd found some other way to risk getting pregnant.There were two dances, during camp. One was the second Wednesday night, and the other was the last Friday night. The first one was the most fun, based on Gloria's.