But always with Carlos, or almost always, and then with Meier as well, she thought. God, I miss Carlos, and I miss those days, too. If it were only p...ssible to turn back the clock... "I beg your pardon?" she started from her reverie. Igwanda had said something to her, but she'd been so focused on her memories that she'd missed it completely."Nothing, Grandmother," he told her tenderly. "I was just saying this must bring back a lot to you, and I guess it does." Yes," she said. "A very big lot.". "Cassie smiled faintly. She knew what had been left unsaid: when this crisis is over. Everything hung on that. On her.Cassie slid off the bed and gathered her clothes. "We better get going, this is far later than I had intended to stay."Ned zipped himself up and jumped off the bed. "Have ya given any thought ta where we can do this once Mrs. R.'s hubbie gives us the heave-ho?"Cassie sighed. "To be honest, Ned, that's the least of my worries right now." Yeah, I figgered, I just--"Cassie gasped,. .. For a time.It was fun for awhile, but I'll tell you a secret. It wasn't as good as it would have been if she'd loved me for no other reason than she truly did. And that was what I was trying to bring about."I'm going to take off your collar," I told her, walking to the far wall where her key hung by a nail, always within her sight, but far from her reach. "And I'm going to whip you." No," she whispered."No?" I turned with the key in my fingers."Please ... I ... I'll talk to you." She licked. Brad’s going to be pissed!” said Cathy in her shimmering dress.All 3 of the ladies strolled into their private booth. 2 men sat there alone. A conversation took place and one of the men got up and stormed out towards the rave. Claudine’s Brad, The Perv guessed? Damn was he in for a surprise when he found his Claudine, or well Clarry now that The Perv had her way with her.Cathy looked in her 30s, she sat next to the remaining man in the booth and they shared a bottle of wine and talked. The two.