Then she slid her briefs down her legs.“OH!” April gasped again. Her voice became choppy as she continued reading.Jennifer was still lying on her ...ack. Marsha straddled her on all fours, cradling ... Jennifer’s head ... in her hands. “Go ahead and ... touch me, Jenny. It’s ... all right...”She felt Jennifer’s hands ... on her sides... “Oh, God!,” April panted. Jennifer ... ran her thumbs across Marsha’s nipples and they ... began to ... harden. “Feels good, Jenny ... mmm ... more like. Lynn was frantic. Having left the note and committed herself, the images of their tryst began crowding out all other thoughts and her desire to reexperience that first night with Peter grew to unbearable proportions. Her hand rarely left her nest, even while doing housework, but the feeling was hollow and she knew what she needed, had to have. She even found a picture on one of the sex websites that slightly resembled Peter. The man was engaged in anal sex with a beautiful Black woman. Lynn. They all were. That was the whole idea. But the Jesuit's voice communicated a particular sense of urgency. "Why?" she said."I know who you are," he said. "I know that your name is Chastel."Bethanie twitched. Twice in one day someone knew her real name! Had the Jesuit, of all people, set her up? Was Kerman waiting with a cadre of police right outside the vestibule? The urge to reach for her gun welled up again, but she pushed it down, exhaling slowly. "What if it is?" Your ancestor Jean Chastel. Would you turn that down?"John thought about Dave's analogy, "No, I guess I wouldn't; but I hope they don't cut you for not being devoted enough to the team."Dave just looked at his best friend, "I hope they don't either; but I can't worry about that - this is a rare chance to play against the best golfers in the world."John pulled into a parking space at the Civic Centre and the two friends walked into the rink. The Missiles had converted an empty room across from their dressing room into a.