You?” “Sandy. I came with Bill MacKenzie.” A mental light went on in my brain. Bill, a buddy of mine from the university, had introduced us when...they arrived. “Nice to meet you, Sandy. What did you think?” “It was wild,” she answered, “I’ve never been to a party like that before.” “Is that good or bad? It’s not my first orgy but it is the first I’ve hosted.” “Good. Very good.” As we chatted, I dug out a tea bag and poured hot water from the kettle into a cup. “Do these parties happen often?”. But these were real. The teddy was actually too small for Camille's breasts, and Laura could see the bulging undersides of them when the girl turned sideways, which she did while doing another fetching pirouette."Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat," Laura said, feeling a hot pulse beat in her throat.That caught Camille's attention. She looked hotly at Laura, her eyes questioning and bold at the same instant. "You think so?"Laura knew her eyes were smoking, but she made no effort to conceal it.. Special diamonds are affixed to the agents, (labia for women, ears for men) through which sexual energy is collected and then transferred to the Ring of Power. The converted sexual energy is what gives the ring’s owner strength, power, and allows them to do amazing things. In return for their service, John Smith, like his predecessor, has given his agents many benefits (favors) such as long life spans, increased beauty and physical attractiveness, immunity from diseases, and limited mind. There was no longer a Dixie Wexler in my life. No one lurking, lurking, in my subconscious.Okay, I had to admit that the average Kansas City gal probably didn’t feel relief that no one was out there scheming to kill her. Hmm ... could this be ... like normal?Excrementum equorum.Back in my outlaw days, back when I was swamping around in that Macklin pharmaceutical morass, I’d had an inkling of a Greta Gunther idea. A glimmer. That bitch had sent Dixie Wexler to kill me. It didn’t work out, but.