Do YOU talk about it?" Well, not really. Well, with girlfriends, sure." So you masturbate then?" I asked, but it really wasn't a question. It was more...of an accusation."Of course I do."I was a little pissed off, so I attacked."When was the last time?" Well, this morning, as a matter of fact. When was the last time for you?"Fair question, since I had asked. I had to think about it. "It's been a while," I said."I guess girls don't do it as often as boys," he said."Some do." Like your friend on. She called yesterday, happy and bubbling one minute, scared to death the next. I was sure one look at each other and the healing would begin. I guess I was wrong.”Calming down, I spoke, letting the pain come through. “I’d say we all were. I guess once she achieved success and fame, we were just bit players in the drama of her life. You’ll excuse me, but I won’t be coming to dinner tomorrow night. Tell Katie I love her, but I fear if I’m in the same room with her mother I’d say something that. I tapped again on the door across the hall. Again there was no response, so I took a deep breath and opened it, ready for just about anything. It was a living room of some sort. Did bathrooms in mansions have sitting rooms outside of them? My need drove me to explore further, so I went in and let the door close softly behind me. There was light coming from an inner doorway (with an open door) to my left, and I tentatively wandered in that direction. When I finally reached it, I looked in and. She knew that Annie was making a joke about her breasts, only because it was her nature. "I never recognized you. That's embarrassing. At least to me." Clare said, before the waitress came over and took their order. "What have you been doing with yourself?" Clare asked, but Annie just shrugged. "Oh. This and that. Nothing really interesting to begin with." Annie replied. "Oh come on. I'm sure you have some interesting stories to tell." Clare said, and suddenly noticed Annie's face turning red..