I was excited just thinking about it. It must have shown on my face, because Beverly glared at me and snapped, ‘Not only is this extremely unusual, ...t’s also against the rules.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ I said, not exactly sure what I was apologizing for. ‘What did you tell him?’ ‘My husband insisted I take down the number for you. If you want it, I suggest you go and ask him for it. I wash my hands of the whole thing.’ She stood and turned to leave. She turned back to look at me, her hand on the. " She hung up the phone and saw that Gruthsorik had followed her out. "That's done. Now for this," she said.She tapped away at the computer for several minutes, and when she was satisfied she dug around in her purse and retrieved a USB flash drive. She plugged it into the computer and saved a file to it. She removed the drive and held it up for Gruthsorik to see. "This is for you." Thank you. What is it?" He asked."It's the recipe for the pharmaceutical cocktail I created to keep myself heathy. You saw her. She wasn't crying, she wasn't angry, hell, she acted like she didn't even care. I think that's due to you. You've been a good friend to her, so maybe you should quit while you're ahead." Have you ever seen anyone get over a boy that easily? Or a girl for that matter?" No, but that's all the more reason--" What if she's hurt inside? What if she's putting on a positive face when really she's torn up over him?" What if you're just speculating?" Why am I trying to justify myself to. I thrill at the feel of her soft, silky dress and what felt like stockings. After a minute, I began to rub her thigh, completely hidden from her man. She did not try to move her leg so I rubbed with longer strokes. Again, Linda did little to stop me but simply went pinker, with tiny beads of sweat glowing on her brow in the dim lights of the alcove. I looked at Mike who smiled back at me as he took his drink. I watch as Linda and Mike exchange looks while they sip from their glasses.Hell, the.