Charlie had been sick for a couple days, so no one was surprised when he called in. Then Gerry couldn’t be reached, probably because Pantera was ...laying at the Agora. But couldn’t Roger have found another busboy somewhere? Nine tables and no busboy made for a busy, busy evening, and faltering service. That created dissatisfied customers, who weren’t receiving the attention they deserved. No doubt her tips would reflect this. Overworked and underpaid. Nothing new about that. Joan. ” Chelsea said.It didn’t even register.I was so focused on Kayla and Liz that I didn’t notice Chelsea tugging my pants open.“Woah, hello there!” I exclaimed as I felt Chelsea’s mouth on my equipment.I looked down and Chelsea winked at me.“Hello there.” She grinned.“Hello to you too!” I replied.My brain/body connection hadn’t fully engaged yet but Chelsea was doing her best. I watched her work and then glanced up.Liz and Kayla were now making out.Blood, or whatever I had, rushed Southwards and. She dreamed of finding the perfect one, rich and good looking someone to marry. So she would always be perfectly dressed. Today she had got up early and preened and groomed herself. Everything was perfect. She had on black underwear and stockings. Black knee length tight pencil skirt, And a long line striped shirt and black belt. As she slipped on her her black stiletto shoes a heel breaks, she swears under her breath. She has to put on the red ones, not as high or sexy, but never mind. She. "I didn't think that was possible!" Damn near impossible!" exclaimed Bacchus, "I've been trying to do it since before Minerva was even a tiny crack in Dad's forehead!" And... does it taste like..." Well try it, Vesta, try it!" Bacchus pushed. "Words can't describe the taste!" Oh, yes... well then, try it I shall."The goddess of the hearth raised the glass to her lips... Portia sighed as the temple came into view. That was where she would stay the night. It was still about three hours until.