As with the entry hall, the lounge showed evidence of both good taste and a meagre budget. On the walls, anaglypta again, this time painted yellow. An...ther floral border. Two easy chairs, matching the sofa. A small TV set, with video attached. A dining table, old but polished, with three non-matching dining chairs. Tiny ornaments, cats and dragons mainly, distributed on just about every flat surface. A gas fire, with a soft white rug laid in front of it. A bookcase, full of well-used. Jessica was still in a state of shock at having seen that, but she knew that they did do that when they were out of meat, had she stayed inside any longer she would now be standing next to the now new meat-girl in a similar condition. Jessica was still sitting in her car outside of Hills Fine Meats butcher shop as the man came out with his newly converted meat-girl struggling to get away from her owner, Jessica watched as the man forced her into the back of his car that Jessica could see was. While Karen opened her gifts of sexual jokes and lingerie, scenes of fucking, threesomes and lesbian sex continued to play on the TV. She could feel her cheeks warming from embarrassment as her co-workers viewed the pure sex on the screen, interspersed with actual fucking scenes of her from years gone by.Her girls didn’t need any drinks of encouragement, for their hands too soon begin wandering on each other. A friendly kiss and hug as thank you for a gift became a hand resting on a leg well. Her Irish strength of purpose and seriously good looks are captivating. There’s a character, Nellie Coyne, in Andrew Greeley’s novels that I associate with Murphy. The character is a hazel-eyed redhead, a woman with considerable command of presence who reeks of sexual power and chemistry. The Coyne character is unattainable, and Murphy nearly so depending on the whim of a husband who enjoys sharing her on occasion. She too, is a hazel-eyed redhead. In another reality Murphy might’ve been a nun.