Only that reminded her that Jon probablywouldn't stay with her. Well, she considered, he'd be coming to her more oftensoon. She'd befriended a cou...le of the women that attended thesame playgroups as Linda. Over coffee she had discussed variousintimacies with them including details of the man she wassleeping with. If any of it got back to Linda, she would onlybegin to wonder. And then, with the chemical castration that wasso inevitably occurring, she would have to wonder why hecouldn't keep. It had drawn a small number of onlookers. I guess whenyou own something so flashy, you just live with the attention. Rogerjust ignored everyone, went to the passenger door, and opened it for me.The car is low. I hadn't considered exactly how low until I tried togetmy tall, thin frame into the door in a ladylike manner.After turning this way and that, I turned to Roger... "How does a ladyget into this car?" I asked.Roger, still holding the door, smiled and explained how to put one legin, and. Once you've done so, you will enter the bar and dance floor. On your right is a huge mahogany bar, with about five beer taps, and large black stools around the side of it. Usually two people will man the bar, while one person collects glasses from around the room.You will find the dance floor and stage on the left hand side of the room. The floor is a neutral blue color, with black walls surrounding the whole of the room. Though much of it has been graffiti'd on, showing renditions of David. " Handcuffs cackled."That was horrible!" Not a very good girl at all," Doggie Style agreed."Well if our Ambrosia isn't a good girl then I guess we were right tobegin with, she is a bad girl," Shelly concluded with a shrug. "Kneel onthe bed, eyes closed."Ambrose turned on the bed and got up on his knees. He heard one of thegirls rustling with the plastic bag again. "Arms out in front of you."Ambrose didn't recognize their voices enough to be sure who was talking,but he was sure it wasn't.