He walked slowly over to Chirp, sitting down at the very edge of the buzzing machine. His back pressed to the burnished side and he found that his hea... was resting near a gemstone that glowed a pale blue and filled the air with a muggy heat. Very faintly, he could hear the crying of babies, the arguments of married coups, the moaning of people fucking. He shook his head and then looked around the corner, at the shadow of Chirp. “You wanna talk about it?”“No...” Chirp said. Then the avalanche. They toasted with Dom Perignon (and sparkling water for Mrs. Thompson) and Gemma was genuinely pleased. She watched the couple interact, the way they were so in sync, the way they knew when to take the lead and when to drop back. As the conversation turned to idle small talk, Gemma found herself wistfully thinking about Ryan. The next morning Gemma was furious. She couldn’t remember a day in the past year where she hadn’t heard from Ryan. And after the moment they’d shared in his bed, the. He could hear himself demanding that she take down her slacks so that he could see her pussy. He had actually said the word ‘pussy’. In his mind he could not think of a time that he had used that word with a woman. That was bold and brash … not normally one of Ted’s traits. He remembered telling her to stand close to him so he could finger her. What could he have possibly been thinking? He had never been that demanding with women. But as he ignored the lunch time conversation, he began to. The message was clear: this is what’s coming,baby…be ready for it. But then Betsy stopped the show.In the middle of Claire’s sweet, teasing tongue play,Betsy stopped, put both of her hands on Claire’s head,slid out her tongue and slowly, slowly pushed it into Claire’smouth, holding it there while Claire closed her eyes andwrapped her arms around Betsy’s body. If I knew what thattongue was doing inside Claire’s mouth, I would be thebest lover in the world because it looked like Claire cameright.