” Jill smiled, in a way that showed her face relaxed.“I won’t go into everything that followed, for the next couple of weeks, but I had an epiph...ny. I had certainly had good sex before. I had friendship. But I had never been cherished. That’s what he did for me, and I learned a new level of love.”“He also played tour guide. At one point, I told him that I was amazed by the number of monuments and their ostentatiousness. It was very un-Canadian.“He did point out that I had never been to Ottawa,. " I know. You told me not to, and I couldn't bear to frighten you." Oh." She was silent for a long moment before going on. "I was hoping that was the case. Eric, I asked you here for a favor..." More silence, and then she started to fidget on the couch. "Uh, would you like some tea?" Sure, that'd be very nice."We both knew I could zip up some instantly, but Melanie quickly got up and headed off to the kitchen. I stayed behind on the couch. "You still like English Breakfast?" she called from the. Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie wouldn’t get her pussy eaten that night. We came to an under- standing that if she did get my husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn’t want to hear about it from anyone except Ken. :-: The following is Debbie’s version of what tran- spired. I left for my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken good-night. Debbie rang the bell at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained that I was out for the. “‘cause we already started eating?” Connie looked at me crooked.“Because Grandma’s not visiting?” Zoë snarked with a smile. She flicked her eyes at Renée to tell me she was remembering as well.“Because I’m Jewish.” Pat chugged down her juice and belched.“No you’re not,” Elizabeth countered. “Your mom converted to marry your step dad. You didn’t have to.”“Fair enough,” Pat shrugged. “I don’t know how to say grace. I wanted an excuse.”“I didn’t mean it as a religious thing,” I smirked. “I meant.