“Red wine, Angostura bitters, mint, quartered Seville oranges and ice,” adding nonchalantly: “and I added a few measures of brandy.” The party...got stuck into the cocktail with relish, nibbling on the salted biscuits which Susan had found in the kitchen pantry. While she went back to replenish the jug, Jen and Ingrid – who were now holding hands - lay back for a snooze.Tim was soon busy on his laptop while Doreen, sitting at the edge of the pool, dangled her legs in the water. She turned to me. She hated that I was happy with George and did everything to make my life a misery. In the last month she has been beating me."Ms. Smith drew sharp breath. Even I was shocked. I knew full well about the emotional abuse, but Fran had kept the physical battering from me. No wonder she had been unwilling to undress in my presence. I wish she could have confided in me, but I understood perfectly why she hadn't; she must have feared - and rightly so - what my reaction would have been. Now that it. And to my surprise, Emily replied with a yes. So this time, we gently stepped forward and, wrapping our arms around one another, we kissed again. It was a slow kiss, but one that still held that hint of urgency from before. We just kissed this way for a little bit before Emily pulled back."This may help," said Emily, smiling as she reached behind her and undid her bikini top. I was surprised; did she want more, I thought. She took off her top and threw it over a nearby chair; I could feel her. While coming back down, the skirt material snagged on the twisted wire ties at the top of the fence. This gave the bleacher crowd a real show. Because the weather had been so warm, Barbara had worn her skimpiest thong. Something her husband referred to as butt-floss underwear."Oh good Lord this is great," Terri barely contained, "What could I do to help things along?"Bill Wilson and his wife Rhonda, who were sitting four rows up behind Terri, noticed Barbara's exposure."Oh Bill, I'm going down.