. I chatted with the cabbie on the way to town. He kept saying he recognised me but couldn't place where from. I had a feeling he was probably one of ...ou guys ;) By the time we arrived in town Jenn was full on kissing a lad half her age (she's 38!) while the other lad was watching with a raging hard on. I turned to the cab driver and laughed. He shook his head and said he sees this all the time. He then gave me his number and told me to ring him when we were ready to go home and he'd pick us up. " He sat on the side of her bed, grasped his hands between his knees and licked his lips. "What she did was wrong, very wrong."Anne nodded and inhaled. The cat squinted as she gently petted its back."She refuses to apologize to you, but she has begged my forgiveness."The girl swallowed and looked away."She says she thought she was doing what was right, protecting you from possible harm."Anne nodded and swallowed her retort, her anger. There was, she decided, nothing to add."I don't know what. And she was really the bread winner in the family. The husband was an emotional vacuum to her. However positive she tried to be, he was unwilling or unable to buoy himself up. He inhaled her love, encouragement, humor—everything!—and always looked at her with starving eyes. Naturally, that is also the essence of small children. They suck the marrow from parents’ bones. Still, this was par for the course, and women come with the standard equipment to survive this kind of thing. I wondered why. The strange thing was she had poured my favourite spiced rum and coke and Julia seemed to have been given a white wine which was also her favourite drink. Finally Matt joined us apologising for being late, explaining that he had been getting some cocaine for us all to use. All I could think was if Matt was bisexual I was just about to be fucked by one really hunky looking guy and there was no way if the opportunity arose that I would turn down the chance of sex with Sally either. We all sat on.