Stephie took me back, no questions asked. And we stayed together until she went home during the summer of ‘83. That’s when Jason asked her out. St...phie wanted me, in the worst way, to tell her to come home to Chicago, but I knew that wasn’t the right thing for her. Yes, I know how patriarchal and misogynistic that sounds, but it is also true. She was a fish out of water in Chicago, and she and Jason SHOULD have been together, but they were too close, having been friends from second grade. I had no idea what to say. I always found moments like this awkward in the extreme and I was very grateful when Jess reappeared with a tray with steaming mugs of tea. With a noisy clatter she put the tray down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down in the middle between us.“What … a … fucking … bitch!” she said, emphasising every word. I couldn’t help it, her dramatic outburst made me giggle, and when I glanced across at Naomi I saw the beginnings of a smile.She turned and looked. Spinning around had been a mistake. With her back to Sharon's face, she had presented the woman with the perfect tool for getting the upper hand. Sharon reached up, got a good firm grip on Lisa's ever-present ponytail, and gave it a good hard pull. Lisa let out a squeal of pain as she tumbled backwards. Keeping a firm grip on her ponytail, Sharon began ripping at Lisa's clothes. Soon Lisa was as naked as Sharon was. "Oh, my god!" Jane gasped, slipping her hand into her pants to stroke her. " Well James I am setting my sights on the plastic company now. Why don't you use our phone and see if the owner or manager is still at the plant. Ask for a tour of the facilities. I will just be 'Jeff' that is going to be walking with you."James phoned Northern Plastics and found through the secretary that this was permissible though there may not be someone right away to show us through. Actually, the best time for a tour was Thursday or Friday at four in the afternoon.James ate his meal like.