Friday night, and we went out for a drink in a swanky, but dreadfully dull hotel bar. As depressed as she was, she kept up good spirits, smiling and ...hatting away about all the gossip back on Wisteria Lane. And I tried to appear interested, but didn't do a good enough job, because she soon suggested we go somewhere more exciting."Where do you go on a Friday night? There's got to be some life Downtown? Dancing? Boys?"I sighed, and took her to the club, thinking she'd get tired of the loud. "Fiona filled with excitement at this thought and was somewhat disappointed as Sarah's hand let go.Mary dangled a digital camera in front of Fiona and remarked that she wanted to record the whole event and publish it on the internet. Joan fondled Fiona's breasts through her thin blouse and stated that she could hardly wait to see them exposed.Fiona led the way into the living room. They noted that there was a card table and four dining chairs in the middle of the room. Jenny ordered Fiona to. Each worked off a different frequency, and each had its own capacity. He’d put those pieces of jewelry on Sorrel, not to humiliate her or reaffirm his authority, but to make them serve as protective beacons. If Sorrel were out somewhere, say in Mildred’s or Florence’s care, and they were up to something, he’d be able to intercede before they could do any damage. He knew he was an asshole for going through all this. He was starting to behave like she was innocent when he knew she wasn’t, well. His mind had run wild at thought of her having bare pussy under such a short skirt.Sally had guided him to sit on the settee at the other end to the chaise extension. When Steve had come in and handed out the beers he had sat at the other end, legs up on the chaise. Sally had then curled up next to him, leaning back against Steve with her legs, bent at the knee, on the settee. A few moves to get comfortable and John had the answer to his night long question. Sally engaged John in conversation.