Reality mirrored fiction. ‘I know, shameless. Anyway, I write what’s behind those covers.’ ‘Really?’ Lily asked, feeling her brows rise into...her hairline. ‘Uh huh. Turns out I have a knack for writing about sex.’ This time, Lily shared her laugh. ‘I’ll have to look you up. You write under a pseudonym?’ Adele nodded, giving her the name as they settled into a table by the dance floor. She was single, although she alluded to being married once in bitter vagaries, and then moving to New York after. It’s like I’m more alert, and my reflexes are so much more fine tuned. I’m excited about what’s coming up, but I feel prepared and relaxed at the same time ... Now, about the sex, I suppose all of you know, we need to abstain until Sunday night. But, just so everyone will know, our house will be open after the matches on Sunday - to all of you who wish to stay over, and take it out on each other.”Kalita spoke up, “Put Jason and me down for a bed. I love these competitions, but I love the night. " Sure. I'll see you when I get there."Well, that was a relief. At least I could communicate with Diane's customers and let them know what had happened if they didn't already see it on the news. I could also introduce Christie to the billing customers and get them back on track. I was hopeful they'd be understanding, but since she was now fully qualified for medical billing through the local community college, I was reasonably confident that the business could be handed over without a serious. Which is where the trouble begins.Because, Ugly Sister, I can barely step outside my front door without being mobbed by every Tom, Dick, Janet and Samantha who happens to espy my luscious form. And, to be honest, ‘mobbed’ is really a very polite word for what they're doing; as is fondling, groping, fingering, frigging, tweaking and exposing. Literally yesterday, I decided to visit the local supermarket just for a few essentials (Yakult, Ryvita and Celery if you want to know) yet no sooner was I.