"Whatever. So Dirk, what wasyour take on the movie?"Dirk's posture suddenly became perfect, and Steve and Mike bracedthemselves for another dreaded ot...ku rant. "Personally, I thought thecyberpunk aspect was a bit overdone...but I was so thrilled when theymade that Ghost in the Shell reference!"Steve sighed. "A little bit too thrilled, I'd say. You looked like youwere about to cream your pants."Dirk glared at him. "This is coming from the self-proclaimed 'MasterDebater?'" I told you to stop. After signing them, I had made my own copies to keep. I am ashamed to admit that sometimes I read them while masturbating.I read through the clauses... "I will clean all of the dirty clothes...", "For each and every item of clothing I find in Kathryn's apartment...", "panties, briefs, or underpants..." "intimate contact with the wearer's crotch..."Shit, shit, shit!!! The clauses were entirely about all clothes in the apartment - regardless of who wears them. Damn it! Nothing about Kathryn's. "I don't know..."Katherine chuckled. "Hey! I'm supposed to be mad at you! How can I be mad when you're so sad already?"Susan sobbed even more. "I'm so sorry, I can't do anything right!"Katherine looked at her mother's face. "Look up, Mom. Look me in the eyes. It's okay. I forgive you. I suppose it's only fair for all the times I fucked him behind your back."Susan looked up tentatively. "Really?" Well ... Maybe. I have to admit that if I were in your shoes, I probably would have done the same. If Fran had been more alert, she might have noticed that Jane was spending a lot of time staring at her. Fran was having a wonderful time and did not realize how much wine she had consumed or what she was talking about, which did not really bother her as she usually spoke her mind. After an hour of sharing stories, the women had some lunch. When lunch was over Jane walked Fran back to her house. Jane helped Fran inside and told her she would call her the next day. Giving Fran a hug and kiss.