Your hair might be your most attractive asset. I love the color, and while I’ve seen it look more relaxed and more composed, and even kind of ‘rou...h and tumble’ a few times, I’ve always thought it looked great.”“You are quite attractive to me. There is a look in those hazel eyes of yours that promises fun and good humor. I bet you dislike the freckles on your face, but I might choose to add even more of them if I could. They do not detract from your beauty in any way. I’ve heard them called. Or tried to. In the end I had to do it, she'd obviously been building up her courage with my whiskey while she was getting ready. The taxi ride was silent, I guess we were both nervous. At least I know I was, the anticipation, the hope of seeing my wife's arse caressed by strange hands...my mind was wandering again. I was interrupted in my reverie by our arrival at the party.I paid the driver while my wife went inside where it was warm. Getting impatient waiting for the change I told him just. Marie took her hand off Tom's dick and gave it a slap."Jesus, Marie," Tom grumbled."You turned me into a fucking prostitute," Marie complained.Ruth said they were sorry, but they thought Marie would enjoy it."I enjoyed it," Marie said. "But..." No buts. You enjoyed it, and, you got paid," Tom said.Marie looked daggers at Tom. Her face softened, and she called him a bastard."Come on, Marie, it's not that bad is it?" Ruth asked."I wouldn't have done it if I had of know," Marie snapped."Sorry,". Eddy? He's still wondering, seriously, why she's still alive. I like Eddy a lot but he does sometimes have a real simplistic view of how to solve personality conflicts. So who, out of tonight's little psycho-drama, is left?"You and Angie."Do you want Angie's forgiveness, Harry?" No, I don't want anything from her but what she agreed to tonight." Alrighty then, now we're getting somewhere. So who's left to forgive you, Harry? Who?" Me." Damn straight. You. So why can't you forgive you, Harry?.