Finally, after over half an hour, she gave up and prepared to leave, much to the displeasure of the lustful bartender, who had been dismissed time aft...r time trying to sell her drinks. Opting to walk through the dancers for a more direct route to the exit, she was caught by surprise when someone grasped her wrist and pulled her into a fast spin, catching her by the waist when she stumbled a little. Turning around to glare up at the face of her impromptu partner, she was startled to see that. She ran it several times through her own hand as she stood over her fallen adversary."I've used these things too, Woman Licker. I've been a horsewoman since I was six, and I've driven horses and pairs since I was thirteen." She gave the whip a couple of flamboyant cracks to demonstrate her skill. Then her face hardened. "Strip!" "Isobel!" Be quiet, Henry! I should have done this a long time ago. The Woman Licker's little reign of terror is over." She turned to Drizzle, who was crouching. Joan’s skirt had ridden up her thighs, deliberately Iwondered, showing thigh above her stockings. Eva’seyes were glued to the exposed thighs. “You havebeautiful legs.” Joan blushed deeply.“You’re very beautiful, too. Dudley told me how you twobecame friends. Is it true he wouldn’t have you becauseof me?” I sat next to her. She searched for my handagain and squeezed it tightly.“Yes, he is very faithful to you, you should beflattered, most. Carrying a bit of her mother's spunk, plus a strange but quick sense of humor which she had apparently inherited from her paternal roots she was quite a force to be reckoned with.Maggie was tall, almost three inches taller than her mother, and she carried a mop of dirty blond hair which seemed to be untamable, but which seemed to scream "I am MAGGIE!" from its perch atop her head as if it personified her. She wore glasses and her baby cheeks had permanent smile lines etched into them around her.