Andthe girls were bleeding . . . and kicking. (I've never seen so much kicking!)Then . . . then, they licked them . . . with their big hurty tongues! ...oonthey were spurting honey! And they kept licking them . . . until . . . untilthey were still." The fays just looked at Hostia in horrified silence. She spoke again. "So. . . I'm h-here to tell you exactly what happened. And something else, thatI think is more important: I think they figured out . . . that I was there,'cause it seemed . . . that. I was happy about that. She told me that the women were either divorcees looking to line up their next husband. Or, they were girls who had never grown past their sorority days.I wanted to tell her that I had met a glorified frat-boy who would make all of her friends look downright mature. In fact, I should have done that. But the gist of the whole challenge thing just seemed so juvenile that I didn’t want to admit to getting suckered in. It was embarrassing. And I had a feeling Janet would not. We gotta soften you up for the boss if you know what I mean.”The other two just nodded with matching grins before one of them continued from where the first left off, “Indeed. And the boss doesn’t need you fit and fine, with all your limbs intact. He just needs you to be alive, even just breathing would be fine, in my opinion.”With their piece said, they proceeded to surround me so that they could prevent me from fleeing or backing away, I guess. I summoned my scythe, ready for the attack that. After they both had achieved their orgasms and they were cuddling Jordon said, "I am sorry to tell you that it isn't going to be much longer that I will be able to have these lunches with you. Bill my husband as you know is not in the greatest of health. I do love him and I only have these lunches with you because of his inability to engage in sex. His heart problems and the medicine he takes stop him from having sex and I want to make love because of my admittedly strong sex drive. These cold.