”To his surprise she slumped in a chair. She dropped her head on the back of her wrist and muttered, “Yesterday and Sunday were mistakes. Please l...ave.”Damn, he thought, the yelling had stopped, and he got a please. He said, “I thought Sunday’s party went pretty well. Dorothy changed her mind again. She didn’t like any of your lawyer friends and decided to major in English literature after all.”Jessie looked tired, not work tired, life tired, in a low tone she said, “That’s not what I meant.”“I. The pledges were used by now to having their time taken without warning. When the door was closed again, she reminded them that they were still under chapter-meeting confidentiality rules. “Judy, will you tell us what happened to you last night.”“My date groped me in the crotch.”“That’s takes care of your embarrassment, but it hardly gives your sisters sufficient warning. Who was this guy? name and description?” So, Judy told his name again and gave the best description she could. “Look,”. Cameron and Cynthia finished dressing, and then shared a long, sweet kiss over the altar of Bastet. Cameron removed the phallus from its niche, slipping it into her pocket. The two women shuddered as one, still tingling from their orgasms – their offering to the Ba and Ka of the women to whom the tomb belonged. Cameron looked around at the tomb, many of the funerary goods now returned to their rightful place. All of the artifacts spent most of their time within the tomb, where they belonged,. Michelle found that she enjoyed his steady strength around her, and Dean thrilled to feel that wave of relaxation sweep over her there in his embrace. They continued like that for longer than most couples do in stories like this one. As they teased and tugged, cuddled and caressed, and as he proved that American men like breasts, they washed away the stress of the day in bubbles of laughter and caring attention to one another. Somehow, finally, at last, the moment was right, and Dean’s hand.