” They got out of the car, May rang the doorbell, a pleasant-faced lady in her late thirties opened the door, May shook her hand then said, “Good ...orning, I am May Roberts, I have come to see the farmhouse, I thought it better if I introduced myself to you first.” The lady replied, “Thank you, Dr Roberts, my name is Sally Murray, my husband, Robert, has gone to the garage for some petrol for the lawnmower, he will be back soon. May I offer you a cup of tea, or would you prefer some tea after. I don’t want to lose the girls. I can’t decide who comes first. Do I really need to sacrifice anything?’ The way it seemed to be working out was that Stacey had determined that she really did love me, just not in that way, anymore. For that, she had Barbara, whom she loved pretty much as much as she loved me, only they could get physical. She loved the girls, too. What made it quite difficult to sort out was that Barbara clearly loved Stacey, and the girls, and loved me, too, in a non-physical. And finally I slipped into a green silk kimono I'd brought for lounging in and started painting my nails. I painted my toenails first, then my fingernails, a bright red color, then a second coat to each, and finally a shiny topcoat. I was basically ready, and it was still only 3:30, so I sat back in the room's one armchair and relaxed, waiting for my nail polish to dry.At a few minutes before 4PM, the room phone rang, and it was Bill calling from the lobby, so I gave him the room number and. Then in a few days when I went down to see her again, she brought it up. Jennifer said to me, “Don’t let let it bother you because we were just all fucked up and high and those things happen...it doesn’t mean anything.” I just nodded my head. It was the only response I could think of.But the kinkiness would not end with that one night.A few evenings later we were all at Jennifer’s parents’ extravagant Christmas Party bash. Jennifer looked so sexy in her party dress, a very low cut and micro.