She knew Nancy was a woman of strong emotions.Nancy Dulane, now McAllister, was the same age as Stephanie but on her being close to forty looked more ...ike being close to fifty. She was carrying an extra twenty pounds and her skin showed a weathering Stephanie’s had avoided. Aside from the defeated look in her eye she was a nice enough looking woman. Sandy blonde hair to her shoulders, now tied up in a loose bun, pale green eyes, freckles across a small nose with just a hint of an upturn.. I had to help him. In my mind, there was no other option.I had asked him earlier if he had a flotation device or some ice picks. He had just laughed at me. It didn't matter. I had to see what I could do.I dialed 911 and then put my phone in the pack on my bike. I looked around for something that I could use to help in the rescue.I pulled my ice spikes out of my pocket. I had made them myself. They were just two sharp spikes embedded in a wooden handle. There were holes in each handle so that. I was getting breathless by now and I heard Tony say lets get her over to the sofa, with my dress still hitched up around my waist they led me across the room to a fairly large sofa, once there they were both touching me all over, Tony had eased down the top of my strapless dress and had taken my bra off and was stroking and sucking my nipples,I was totally ready for it by now and they knew.Paul started to take my panties down and then opened his trousers, I reached out and touched his. "Are you trying to hook me on sex and alcohol? I can't keep this up. I have trouble concentrating, I can't work on my thesis, I'm constantly in this fog ... What the hell is going on?" Shhh, shhh, there there, Bails," replied Ginger. Bailey almost slapped her. "Thi has something for you to drink. It'll soothe you a little so we can talk." Bailey gripped the glass, filled with a cool red liquid that tasted of raspberries. Maybe she shouldn't drink it this time. Then they might randomly decide.