Three different types of wines, four brands of beer, and my ciders were also waiting for us. The wine was already chilled with the cork pushed into th... top enough to seal the bottle.“Now, tell us what the fuck is going on here!” they demanded.“You already know,” I told them. “You were evicted and needed somewhere to live. I didn’t move you myself, but it so happens that I have this service in DC that landlords pay to pack up and remove all the tenant’s possessions, ensuring nothing is damaged.. ..I had no words.She knelt before me. She explained. "My husband likes you. I could bejealous, but I'm not. You were a wonderful fuck to me. We had fun, didn't we?"Oh yes we did, I thought. My comical mind wanted to say, hey, I knowthat lake water was pure, but still, I don't drink that much water forjust an average orgasm.For it had been a savage, ravaging orgasm, both of us humping like drowning lemmings, need of lust coming before need of air. Her talonednails had raked my back, and my blood. To which he had replied "God I hope so", which had irked me a little. We were being driven to the party by a friend and neighbor, Tony- a dapper, polite little man in his seventies. An old friend of Peter's- a married man who I don't think fully approved of his lifestyle, or me for that matter. He arrived early and was sitting in the living room when I came down stairs- he looked somewhat surprised to see me dressed as I was, in fact it would be fair to say his jaw dropped somewhat.Anyway we. ’ He winked at her. Even though his words were playful, he was serious about the offer they implied. ‘Get OUT!’ Majgen yelled. ‘What’s wrong?’ Firearon Loke was genuinely puzzled. ‘Get out right now, or I swear I’ll blast you unconscious.’ Majgen was serious. Her anger was unmistakable in her emanations. ‘What’s her problem?’ Loke wondered to himself, even as he decided to do as she demanded, having obtained the entirely accurate impression that the young woman was preparing to mind shock him.