"Not much for me to say. Only, "No need to be sorry, you're a big girl and can do whatever you wants to do. Have a pleasant evening."I had no interest...in talking further with her about those tickets and had not even an idea about what to do with them. Ten minutes later Madeleine rang me and said that one of her colleagues was desperately searching for two tickets for that show and would pay me a very high price if I were interested in making a nice profit.Obviously they wanted to go as two. "What about Scrabble?" she called out over her shoulder. It was a question she wasn't really expecting an answer to.They set up the game on the card table and discussed the rules they would follow. Cheryl wanted to use dice to choose the first player and she wanted carte blanche for dictionary selection. John looked surreptitiously at the night's breast-flattering blouse which consisted of a snug-fitting yellow tank top. The seventeen year old saw his discreet glance and drew back her shoulders. " And I tease Mark a little differently," Marsha smiled. "I tell him I like my tea the way I like my men. Hot and Black." Have you ever?" asked Amy. "Ever what?" Had a black man?"Amy saw Marsha's face turn red. "Oh my god… you have!" Amy sipped her tea and leaned forward, hoping for details."Two, if you must know." All pretense of innocence had been stripped from this conversation. Marsha wasn't sure where it was going, but she couldn't stop herself. "In Jamaica, for about 24 hours. Ten years. She was up to striptease number two when he said out of the blue, “Okay. You won the bet.” “Why don’t we just forget about it, baby,” she said as she continued to sway and peel off clothing. “I’ve never welched on a bet in my life, and I’m not starting now. Let’s just get it over with.” Natalie sighed, stepped out of her panties, and walked over to sit down on the bed. “That’s not how I want it to be. I want you to enjoy it. I know you will.” “Don’t see that happening.” “Let’s just forget it,.