“With me and Cheryl.”“Moira...”“Figure it out.”“Not much choice. She lives here.”“Make it your choice.”“She’s not Rachel,” J...e reminded her.“Both seem to get what they want from their man despite the cost.”“You’re not being fair.”“How so?”“I...”“You came here for her. Not for Eddie, even if you said it was to me. How did that work out?”“I’m...”“Don’t say it. I came here for you. How did that work out?”“You brought work for me,” he chuckled.“Of course I did. I’m busy, and you told me to come. The ashtray was half full and twopackets of cigarettes sat beside the liquor. One Marlboro Red the otherMarlboro Menthol Lights. Did she smoke?Her mouth tasted rancid and she detected the taste of bourbon andcigarettes and something vaguely medicinal."What the fuck is going on? Who am I? Why am I here?" she murmured.There was a sofa and two lounge chairs adjacent to the coffee table andthe woman carefully picked her way between the body and the table and fellinto a chair. An expensive. Not a single word was said about Bella, or Nikki, or Carly, or Anthony, or cheerleaders, or secret votes. It was all about Stephanie, and Zane. They just had a good time. After lunch they stopped in the mall and played games at the video arcade and won enough tickets to get Stephanie some hideous little stuffed animal. It was cheap, and it was ugly, and Stephanie clung to it like a ten-year-old girl who’s just won the giant, life sized teddy bear. Zane still didn’t understand it, but Stephanie. When I had busted another nut in her she seemed pretty happy. She got up and got a cloth and started to clean herself and me up. "So what do you think now? Do you want to have sex with girls now?" She asked me. "Yes, but I still need a little more practice I think." I replied. "I think so too, I will make another appointment for you in three days and I can show you some other things. Please do not tell anybody about this." "No Abby, I can not wait to come back and no one will ever know..