"All the girls from Bianca's."Angique crossed her legs and arranged her skirt. "Now would they?" she said. "Oh my. I never thought they were like that... They fuck around? I thought they were quite a stuck-up bunch; hardly believed they might fuck at all." Angique grinned. "Aren't they all just cozy couples going steady, making sweet love Hollywood style?" You know better," Kimmie said after a short silence. "They are players, all of them. They are hypocrites fucking around in the dark; cheaters. 'Well maybe there's room for another potter, ' I conceded.'Or a lathe maybe?''Sorry no chance Lucy, ' I looked at her and the disappointment was tangible, 'I would love to work with you but wood and sawdust just wouldn't mix with glazed pieces.''Sorry, I didn't think of that. It's just all I have is a garden shed and it's a bit cramped.'We continued talking crafts when an idea began to formulate. One of the problems I'd heard a lot whilst at the couple of shows that I'd done was that it was the. Do you have a few moments to talk with us?"Seeing the woman's face turn towards them with a slight frown, Denise continued "It isn't anything bad. We just want to ask you about our Mom. Her name was Marjorie Wright. Did you know her?"Slowly, the middle-aged blonde focused at a spot over the women's heads for a moment. Then it came back with a sad smile and a hint of a tear. "Yes. I did. And I guess you have some questions. Why don't you have another drink, and after our crowd thins out, we can. But the right older guy, likes to take his time pleasuring a sweet younger girl like me. This guy, I'll just call him Guy, stared at me, and I smiled back at him. He was dressed real nice. He came over and sat next to me. Asked my name. Asked if we could sit together in the dark theater. We went up in back of the balcony. As soon as the lights were out, his hand was feeling my thigh inside. I pushed his hand down lower a little, but let him keep it there. That let's peeks a guy's interest to.