“Are you going to come on me?” I asked. “Do you want me to?” “Whatever makes you happy,” I answered. “Do it,” Gina said from behind...my head, and the other women picked it up, a chorus of, “Do it! Do it! Do it!” Ever the good wife partner, I slid my hand slowly down my front, smiling at him, savoring the watchful eyes. My whole body lurched with relief when I touched my clitty. Several of the women and most of the men followed my fingers speeding back and forth, the rest intent on Jason’s. Say, that isn’t a knife – THIS is a knife!” Chester demanded with a quirky smile as he held up an imaginary machete like Crocodile Dundee. He reminded me of Howdy-Doody, the puppet from sixties children’s television, or Ron Howard when he was on Happy Days – poor sod. I knew his pain.“I am actually not from Australia. I get that a lot – I’m from New Zealand,” I smiled politely.“Arnold Schwarznigger is from Australia – do you know him?” I got the distinct impression that Kelly wasn’t the. . I quickly put on my shirt, my shoes and I walked to the back of the bathroom door trying to hide, but not before putting the insurance. Every second of silence my heart beat faster, it accelerated when a noise of heels was approaching where I was. He stopped in front of the door, the handle was sliding slowly without making much noise but when pushing the door did not open. - Are you there? Opens! It was Olga's voice.Her voice relaxed a bit, I removed the safety, the door began to open. "Very much so, I'm starving." I replied, deciding to ignore Cleo's remark.I poured my own glass of OJ and sat at the kitchen island with Cleo."What are you doing today? I'd like to go to town and do some more shopping." I informed Cleo."Oh? I think that can be arranged." both of us kept to neutral topics while Molly served me my own Bagel with cream cheese.I began eating, wondering when and how Cleo was going to bring up last night. To my great relief she waited until Molly headed.