She was “so sophisticated”, as Yolanda put it to Mrs. Inglis who was the church organist. In those two weeks, the new friends saw each other a num...er of times and, of course, Yolanda had promised to help with the pastry sale. The morning of the sale, Marjorie wore her pale yellow dress with the dark belt, her matching high-heels and had had her hair done. Her hair was lovely, with curly tips hanging all along her forehead, and brought many compliments from “the girls” more used to seeing her in. Sara Parker was dressed as Mystique, while FionaThornton chose Lyja Storm, the shape-shifting Skrull and the Human Torcheswife. Sally McMurphy from accounting had chosen to be Commander Data theandroid from Star Trek: TNG. Mark Frey had decided to go dressed as Chani theFreman warrior woman from the movie Dune, and wasn't too happy about beingstuck that way."What do we do now?" Mike asked, combing her straight hair back from hergreen eyes. Greg shrugged while whittling in the table top with her. Looking at the walls more closely, she discovered that they were, indeed, decorated with what she thought were nasty pornographic bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sex, some more possible than others. It reminded her of a magazine one boyfriend had shown her, trying to get her to suck him.She did begin to understand the routine, and the pecking order in the harem. There were four privileged women, who had private suites. Davina was one of them but who the others might be she. I think Barton is being veryfair to give you an opportunity to even this out, and to show how much youvalue his place in our lives. So why don't you just..." She waved meforward. "... shuffle over to him on your knees and put yourself whereyou'll need to be."He stood up, undid his imported leather belt, and unashamedly dropped hispants and lowered his shorts. Mr. Overhand certainly had nothing to beashamed of. Or to have to be modest about. Hanging between his solidthighs was a long thick.