I even see a guy fully tattoo'ed walking around in only a little g-string.i make a comment and she tells me he is wearing more than he did last year.t...en i get a great surprise when her smoking hot friend shows up also yippee.things go as i hoped i was getting a great blow job from my date when i look over and her friend is watching us.now she never joined in but she did like to watch,i was all for that.afternoon of day 2 i hear an announcement that the best boob contest is starting on stage by. I was gone all morning, what happened in my house in the mornings.Tomorrow morning - I would start finding out about a lot of things.At work, I talked to my boss, telling him I had some domestic problems. He was only six months past a messy divorce. He caught his wife at the car wash. She was being gang banged by a group of 15-20 of the employees. They had her in the equipment room at the back of the building. He had just stepped out of his car as it was going into the wash. He heard a woman's. I told the fucker to get lost and stay lost. He went semi-nuts and started ranting about how they were 'meant to be together' and that I was the troublemaker in their way.My friends at the Italian restaurant had seen enough craziness and two large Mexican cooks appeared from the kitchen and they escorted the fellow out the back door and into a nice dark alley where they took out some of their own frustrations upon his soon helpless personage.It's nice to have friends in high and low. Barbara Mackay-ffinch, the technician, Louise told me later, was a tall, slim woman, striking rather than attractive. Louise had left our samples with her, and she had started work on them straight away. "Give me a call tomorrow afternoon, around close of play, say about five-ish, and I'll be able to tell you more."Louise had not, I was glad to report, ever reached the hyper-randy stage which had affected Claudia and almost killed poor Davie. Even so, her appetite was more than a match for.