"What do you mean?" Mary insisted."I mean you need to get your face away from a computer scene for a few minutes and look around you, girl," Shelly sa...d. "I think Rachelle had an idea of what Adam was packing long before the rest of us. I've noticed for six months that she takes every chance she gets to bump up against him or glance at his crotch." Was I that obvious?" Rachelle asked. "God, I hope Sean didn't notice." I think he would have said something if he had," Shelly pointed out. "I. We may not be going to the same place when we're done, but if you want," I took a deep breath, "I guess we can talk," I said. "Thank you." We each headed for our cars. The Calaboose was my second most favorite watering hole after the Red Barn. It had the added virtue of really good chili. Plus the bar girls actually made one want to commit crimes against the sixth commandment; well, but we, or at least I, never had. Plus the red pinot noire was pretty good. I'd half-finished my first glass. “I was close.” The two girls looked at him like he was mental, “All four are things that taste like either piss or nothing to me, and they all contain fruit. In case you were wondering, I’ll be procuring a six-er of beer brewed locally, mostly because they are the only ones who make an IPA with hot spices in it.”“What kind of brewery would make such a thing?” Marie asked.“The kind that is owned by a family friend and made specifically for me, however it is popular in Japan. You know how they. .. but..." What does that have to do with you? First, I apologize for teasing you, Master; I know you will punish me, and I deserve it for that prank."I pulled her to me, then reached around and smacked her on her firm ass. She smiled at the sudden pain, and kissed me again. "Thank you, Master. That's one. May I please have another?"I had recovered from my shock sufficiently to mutter, "Smartass slut. Get on with your explanation."She stepped back, then looked me in the eye. "Master, since you.