Christ! What Am I Doing?' out loud, clear as a bell. So I stopped being a bitch. Although I expect that being a bitch is kind of like being an alcohol...c -you're never an ex-bitch, just a bitch in recovery." "What? Do you have meetings? Do members stand up and say "Hi! I'm Leona Helmsley, and I'm a Bitch'?" "Yes, and afterwards we sit around drinking lemonade. Though Kathy Lee Gifford hasn't shown up at a meeting in a while -I'm worried that she may have fallen off the wagon. But seriously, it. . special." She is. And you know what, Jim? So are you." Coming from you, that means a lot. You off in the morning?" Probably. Get the afternoon tide from Woodbridge. Might moor overnight at the Ferry, take a leisurely run back here. No rush, but I don't suppose we'll get away much more after this." See you, Ted." G'night, Jim."Both girls were in Eva's room. I drank a lot of water to dilute the whiskey and stave off the possibility of a hangover, had a shower, undressed and got into bed.I was. Can I get you a glass of scotch or champagne?”“Just water for now. We’ll save the champagne for midnight, shall we?” she said. Well, sure we shall. Apparently, she planned to stay at this party. I poured her water and added ice from the chest by the back door.“I’m surprised to see you alone,” I said. “Did you and Rick ... er, Rich split up?” Rose’s face fell and I was afraid I’d really stepped in it. Turns out I did, but not what I thought.“I thought ... You mean ... Oh, god! I’m so. The challenge was for each lady to blindfold Faye with their own panties, select a sybian speed, and try to make her come using any selection of fingers, tongues or dildos. Faye easily guessed two of the ladies from the smell of their panties, recognised me from the taste of spunk, and Molly’s mum from her long fingers and clit-chewing technique. Finally it was her k**-sister Becki’s turn; still wearing the pink leather harness, but as she hadn’t worn any underwear during the afternoon, she.