Arrogant and me dressed like a slut. As the last guests left I turned to Mr Arrogant."Could you help me get him upstairs to bed?" I asked"Sure. I'll c...rry him up if you open the doors ahead and I’ll get a good view of your ass in that tight leather mini!"I smiled as he bent over to lift my Husband. As he stretched over my husband the tight leather look vest stretched across his back muscles enhancing his broad back. With one scoop he lifted my Husband out of the lounger chair.Lifting my husband. Another few minutes in the warm tap water and it was ready to go. I sat at the table with Mary in my arms suckling on the bottle. I looked up and there was Sarah looking, as they say, like a million bucks. She wore a navy blue dress, off-white pearls and matching ear-rings. The dress ended well above her knee revealing well toned and sexy legs. Her smooth light red hair hung loosely about her shoulders. She looked taller ... ah, the heels! Beautiful navy pumps of about 5 inches. "I won't last. He just nodded.“So why was her name different?” I asked.“When we came here, I was the youngest professor in the department for a while. Caroline was a bit different and confrontational,” he said. “She liked being the center of attention. It was just better that we were not linked by the name. She just called herself Moore it wasn’t official.”“Now I think it is our turn.” he continued. “So Alison how did you get to be a successful writer at your advanced age. I mean was ‘Murder of Eve’ your. This is an uncharted friendship unlike any otheryou've ever had, but it's not like that, you're not...although it wouldbe invalidating to be disqualified solely on that basis regardless,another stinging little slap from the world in which nobody understandsor shares your paradigm, another reminder of your one guaranteed pieceof inexorable solitude.Knowing her, though, you'd never know for certain, and that wouldprobably be the worst of it. For that matter--oh no--never knowingexactly how she.