Just tell me what you want me to do.”Hailey smiled at Bonnie and nodded.“I think you might be the only person who is smart enough to figure out wh...t DeeDee has planned,” she replied. “We tossed it around and none of us think she’d actually be willing to make a run at Beth. I mean, like I said, that would be career suicide. That leaves trying to tangle with Phil...”“Which would be no different than taking on Beth,” Bonnie interrupted.“Exactly,” Hailey agreed. “Which means she must have some idea. We got in to her flat after the pub closed, she was quickly out of her clothes and was wearing a dressing gown. Her friend was in a comfortable tee shirt and panties, her nipples were poking through the fabric. "I'm just going to watch" she announced as we were led to the bedroom. She opened her dressing gown to show her basque and suspenders her pussy was a perfectly kept triangle of hair. Something I prefer as her friend took off her knickers to reveal her hairy little pussy she started to. He’s a coach. If shit is going right, then he has some sort of biological need to find a problem. We’ve been having good practices all week. We’ll be ready.”The two defensive line men practiced a well used, complicated handshake and sat quietly as teenage boys would do comfortably. “I think he had a good point is all I was gonna say. We had good practices, but no one went out of their way to get everybody better. I mean, think about it. Did you try your absolute best at any time during practice. It means a mythical man or woman who teaches a groom how to send his bride into an orgasmic coma before he forces his dick through her cherry. Saying that about the people who killed Chrissy was wholly inappropriate, and Ellen deserved to get slapped,” I told them. “If you had said it angrily, instead of flatly, Ellen, you would have been a bit closer to cursing them. In that way, you would call them a man who slips into another man’s house to fuck the man’s wife to have sloppy seconds after.