"You can't just tell me something like that and then change the subject!" "My dear Husband, 'Big' Jeff is the subject." Then it hit me what she was sa...ing. "You and Jeff?" She nodded. "And you and Allie." "But how..." It was like everything I knew about the world had just been turned upside down. "No. No. No... you know the deal. You get what you give. Tell me about you and Jeff, and I'll tell you what really happened on our wedding night." **************************************************. She panted lightly, partly fear and excitement, and partly all the hard work of swinging that bottle. Which now dangled limply from her hand, twisting in her grasp so its pirate label seemed to be doing ballet. Within the hamper all was still, silent, innocent, at peace with itself and its bathroom surroundings.It's a ruse, she thought. Not only possums can play possum. She wondered if opossums were dangerous, did they bite?Hesitantly Sarah reached in with her bottle, slowly shifting aside the. “Where to?” I unwittingly asked.She reached out and hit the “LL” button on the elevator.The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into what I believe was the basement of the museum. I spotted a closed-circuit television camera on the wall. It appeared that Sasha knew the museum very well, since she directed us down the hallway and into a dark room about fifty feet from the elevator.The room door automatically closed behind us and I stood there in the expanse of the room, in total darkness.. Mike was the most intoxicated!She willingly agreed to come back to his place that night to look over his new computer system. Mike was amused -- so that's what it took to get girls -- bigger hard drives!"Mike, let me show you a sexy site I found!" Her voice was liquid gold.Using her lovely slim fingers adorned with long fingernails, she typed in an address and Mike, taking advantage of the opportunity, leaned on her sexy shoulder.Up popped a site called Fictionmania -- together, they read a few.