We were early enough that the dining room was fairly empty, we chose a window table.We bantered back and forth for most of the meal, her mostly teasin... me about the two girls that have me wrapped around their fingers. I couldn’t deny her accusations as much as I wanted to. So, I changed the subject not to subtly, which she gave me a big grin letting me know what I was doing.“Tomorrow, you will be taking Sister Cynthia’s classes.”“Why?” She asked between bites of her delicious Chicken Marcella. Where it belongs, we'll be fine..."Tabitha sniffed something. "An' where's that?" In me!" Nora took the dare.Tabitha chuckled. The girl had pluck! She'd expected 'In his pants!' "Boy, you in trouble fer sumpthin'?" Uh, sorta, maybe..." Nate sensed that he was being cornered. "I didn't fuck nobody."Nora amplified, "The secretary at Nate's new job likes group sex. And she likes being talked nasty to and humiliated. Nate talked nasty to her."Tabitha's head swiveled, "That's sex, Boy." I kinda. “Where do you sleep, then?” I blurted out, then bit my lip. I felt those nerves coming back to me. Levi’s answer was easy enough. “Up here,” he said, tugging on my hand to climb the next set of stairs. Like many beach houses around here, and much like mine, his place was built tall, and the main floor was built a story above ground in case of floods. We were now moving from the third floor to the fourth, which had two bedrooms and one bathroom. It was the same elevation as my bedroom loft. None tried to molest me while I was helpless, though Aloiki did seem to concentrate on my tits, ass, and pussy every time we grappled.I clobbered him, which is unusual, because he usually beats me. He's very good, but I guess the blood just wasn't getting to the ol' brain.The most interesting match was with Botilda. It usually is, as we're evenly matched and...OK, look. Botilda is my best friend and, as you know, we're lovers. We don't call ourselves that, but that's what we are. We have many.