But Crystal was only one member of the band. All of us were lovers of other women, although in some cases this hadn’t been until Crystal introduced ...hem to the pleasures of Sapphic love. Most of us also enjoyed having sex with men, but to markedly different extents. I’d always considered cock to be second-best to pussy, but Judy was more inclined towards men than women, even if she sometimes used her set of strap-on dildos in ways a man mightn’t expect. Neither Jane nor Jacquie cared for men at. There were rooms to be had in the hotel and Eleanor took the liberty of booking two of them under a false name; it cost a fortune, but she intended to make sure tonight would be worth the expense. The rest of what she needed was available within walking distance, most of it from a dim, windowless store seven blocks away. The pills were already in her car. They were prescribed for her insomnia and even half a dose normally did the trick. Her doctor insisted her main problem was just refusing. Anthony could hardly find fault in the offer. Katrina was offering six bodyguards to protect Leah. The fact that they were werewolves made him feel even more certain that Leah would be well protected with them. As he shifted into human form one of Katrina's men quickly moved forward wrapping Anthony in an overcoat to cover his nakedness. Anthony caught Katrina lingering gaze as her eyes still pictured him without the benefit of clothes. Looking away as their eyes met he stepped off the porch. They seemed to overreact on the plane..." Overreact my ass," Kayla snapped. "You rescued them from that pig. And they know he's dead. I told them before we left when they were worrying he would follow them and get them back. I didn't tell them you killed him, but they know you were the boss of the mission. That means you were the one who was ultimately responsible for his death. No way are they going to believe that Ingles just up and coincidentally died. Trust me, these young ladies are not.