’ ‘Ugh. All right. If you insist.’ I grinned, knowing that I had successfully changed the subject. I went to my room and immediately started a t...xt conversation with Michael. You would have thought we were in the eighth grade and just got our first cell phones the way we talked half the night. At some point, I must have finally fallen asleep. Morning came with a thud. I awoke at the crack of ‘Oh, shit, I’m going to be late.’ I’m just not a morning person. Coffee, juice and frozen waffles did. It had been part of the bond between us, and when I sounded her out on the sex- surrogate deal, I should have known she would go for it.Dr Wagner needed a volunteer for his sex clinic. They were seriously underfunded, so it was pretty clear that whoever took the job would be doing it mainly for love--in Darla's case, for the sheer adventure of serving large numbers of men in all kinds of different ways. Darla and I had talked for years about such fantasies, weaving them into our foreplay, and. I did want to understand how their husbands fit.Betty, Carol, and I had agreed on a DC steakhouse, one that was considered both discreet but also one for the power elite. Carol, with her exercise level and metabolism, wasn't afraid to eat. I suspected that Betty, due to age, might have to exercise more and be more day-to-day careful with her diet, but I expected both to be trying to be the dominant carnivorous lioness of the pride. Even in DC, on the way to our secluded table, we drew looks.. Her plate was full of bits of bun that only a bird would enjoy."I'll let you have tonight, but you know you need to talk to him, Jill. You can't hide from him forever. And I won't let you use my house to run away from your father."She seemed to concentrate more on the pastry in her hand. "I know. I just wish we never went to the drive-in." Come on, Jill. What are you going to do? Watch over your father every minute so he doesn't do something that bothers you? Are you saying that he doesn't.