” I went over to a bookcase-hutch against one wall. I tugged on it, and it unfolded into a hidden wet bar. “It must be five o’clock somewhere.�...Marty stood up and grinned. “Scotch and soda if you have it.”“I have it, but I can’t stand Scotch, so I don’t know if it’s any good.” I held up a bottle. “Glenlivet. Any good?”“It’ll do,” he said with a smile.I made a couple of drinks, Scotch and soda for him, and a Seven and Seven for myself. I handed him his drink. “Here’s to knowledge and. For whatever reason, she turned and spoke."I saw you this afternoon." she said, looking at her daughter. Debbie had a healthy glow about her, almost a radiance. Ramona had heard the coarse term "well fucked" but now she was seeing it and it made all kinds of sense. Her heart fluttered as she realized she probably looked exactly the same way. She felt fabulously fucked and it had to show."What? When?" asked Debbie, confused. They hadn't left the house all day. When their mother had left for work. They nearly always have a sexual theme to them, vicars and tarts, teachers and schoolgirls, that kind of thing. Last night's party was "Thongs Fishnets and bodystockings". (Together with a sort of Roman Toga thing too!) So, late into the evening, about 40 people there lights down low and everyone dancing. It soon got a bit steamy with couples making out and touching each other up. As the evening got even less inhibited, some people started to make out heavily and it got a bit beyond second. It's just that...I'm not gay. I didn't want you to think I was. So I was kind of freaked out a little." That's completely understandable. Like I said, it was my fault entirely. Honestly, that's never happened before in my professional career as a professor, so I don't want you thinking that I prey on my students in any way." Gosh no Professor Hamilton. I never got that impression at all. You've always been one of the best teachers I've ever had." "I thought I told you to call me Susan?" she.