Steve expected them to break up soon, and for each of them to be adopted as a 'pet' by one of the more aggressive partnerships.He'd had two days of ge...erally unsatisfying sex (he couldn't justify calling it 'making love', since there had been almost no emotional entanglement), and then three days with a single bout of absolutely bad sex, with none of the women whose 'turn' it was being able to show the slightest interest in enjoying the process. He was getting sick of the whole thing, and was. Stepping out onto the patio, she turned to him and said, "Ya'll look so hot after walking over here. I just made up some freshly squeezed lemonade and was about to have some. Why don't you sit a while and have a glass with me before you start? Got to keep you hydrated young man." Jess managed to say, "Thanks, Mrs. T. Are you sure you don't mind?" "Oh, please. 'Mrs. T' makes me sound so old and formal. Please call me Angie. Heck you have known me long enough," she answered. To emphasize her. I came back into the room, my teeth half brushed and saw the twoof them grinning like Cheshire cats. "I think it's for you," shegiggled.I read the note aloud, not realizing until much too late who it wasfrom. We'll get to see how a girl can blush from the top of her head,through the pit of her stomach, all the way down to the tips of her toes(and all the wet, warm, swelling places in between) in a minute."Dear Erica... came by to make sure you were okay. Sorry to have missedyou. Nothing. " he said, and I barely had time to react to the very familiar gleam in his eyes before he had lunged over me, pinning my arms to the bed with his hands, pinning my body to the bed with his own. Instinctively my legs came up to cradle his torso, and suddenly I realized just how close I had come to bringing one knee right up between his legs. He didn't seem to notice, though: he leaned over me with a truly ghastly leer on his face, and said, "Well. We have ways of making you talk." Oh—Oh.