Sarah stopped by for a short visit.Carol brought in KFC for Jennifer and Dave for supper.When seven o'clock finally arrived, Carol was herself excited...about spending the evening outside the hospital with Sam.Carol and Sam had just left when Dave and Jennifer heard a knock beside the open door. Dave looked at three smiling Asian faces. Lynn, Tina, and Kim looked a little nervously at Jennifer, but Jennifer stood right up and walked to the three girls, "Come right in. Dave was hoping you would. The maitre’d was always there just as our glasses reached half full but he was never in sight until that moment. Dave took off a shoe and caressed mine under the table with his stocking foot, I reached across and fed him the (gasp!) best part of my prime rib, he stopped and gently stroked my face while putting his wineglass to my lips. Dessert was served but we were both slightly intoxicated and too busy playing with each other like kids. I almost mooshed my chocolate mousse in his face when he. They’d seen just about everything while wandering through the mass of staggering bodies, it seemed the party raged nonstop whether it was Mardi Gras or a steamy Sunday afternoon. They’d heard every kind of music imaginable, the pounding techno in the neo dance clubs, the unmistakable sound of Dixie Land at Preservation Hall, modern interpretive Jazz that brought Miles Davis and John Coltrane to mind, as well as the persistent, infectious tempo of Cajun Zydeco. But what caught him most was the. A note here: at one time in my career, I might have kissed her at this point?even passionately. I used to think it would help prove their slut inclinations to themselves?kissing the man that tortured them. I have since changed my thinking on this. This woman technically belonged to another man, and the only reason she was here was at his behest. Oh, she would kiss me if that’s what I wanted, even respond to my kisses. She was, after all, a slut?trained to respond sexually to whatever stimulus.