We went back into the lounge and I handed Marcie a glass of wine. “I am very happy with your wife’s work” she said “very happy indeed”. I re...lised immediately she was looking at my crotch. I was sure my erection was visible and I quickly sat down. Sharon was sipping her wine. “You better drink slowly Sharon” Marcie said “we wouldn’t want you to get drunk like you did at the staff party would we”. Sharon went red. Marcie turned to me “your wife gets very chatty when she is drunk Rod” she said “I. I didn't mean to do it, but you forced me. I'll never do anything like it again. Please, say something!"Betty slid away from him, still on the floor, staring up into his eyes. Getting to her feet, she walked to her room, not taking her eyes off him until she closed the door. Once there, she looked in the mirror. You could see the imprint of his palm and four fingers across the left side of her face. Her lip was cut, and it looked like she'd have a black eye. She stood there and stared at. ”I was slightly offended, but I could see that pussy and Sam were both smiling. “I should give him the code name Cassandra,” Sam said, still smiling. “He always speaks the truth, but no one will ever believe him.”That was not the most comforting way to end our meeting, but everything from my end was in place. Pussy and I would be arriving shortly after one am. The Deuce would technically be closed at that point so the chance of collateral damage was lessened. The earthquake was scheduled for. Maybe the minefield would be a better idea."I think you were going to ask a question, and if my opinion counts, I think your hair is beautiful the way it is." Of course, your opinion counts," they said together, convincing me that it didn't. At least about hair color."I was just trying to say I didn't understand why we were here." I was trying out for the baseball team. You were rooting me on." I said dumb blond, not brain dead," Tami said with a hint of chill in her voice. "Why are we here?".