"That's it, isn't it? You think I needed some one else because you weren't getting the job done." Loretta, if you think that's my only problem with wh...t you've done, then we've got a bigger problem here than you ever dreamed of."Without apparently realizing what I'd just said, she walked over and touched my cheek, "Oh baby, it's not you, it's me. I got to thinking that I was fat and ugly and I was feeling really down in the dumps and one day, and I'm not going to tell you who, came up to me and. ”“I already peed on the stick,” Elizabeth said dreamily.“I meant on Ramsey. I take it you gave him the invigorator I gave you,” Simpson said.“The invigorator? You mean that piss and vinegar concoction you’ve been working on? I’ve never taken that,” I said.“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Elizabeth said slyly. “I couldn’t get you to take it over Thanksgiving when we were in DC and everything was crazy. But then you and Jack came home and we celebrated the next weekend.”“I remember getting sick. "Is this what turned you on?" she asked.She framed her crotch by positioning her hands with her fingers together and extended as if she were going to shake hands. Her palms faced each other, and the pinky side of her hands rested on the leg bands of her panties forming an incomplete vee since her fingertips didn't meet."Yes," I said softly."So you like looking at my panties more than my naked breasts. Interesting. Or..." she tapped her chin and shifted so that one hip was higher, " ... is it my. She looks barely nineteen. Just like me.But the resemblance ended there. The young woman was her complete opposite. Where her blonde hair and green eyes warmed her face, she had short black curly hair and pale blue penetrating eyes. She was gorgeous."Thank you for stopping. I was freezing out there." I tried before the awkwardness settle in. "And by the way, I'm Carla." I'm Joy, I mean not really, but everyone calls me Joy. You will see it isn't a hard guess why." She offered me one of those.