Hollywood remained a dear friend until he died a few years ago, aged eighty.Anyway, I had a minor infection as a result of an accident between a Corva...r and my bicycle. You can't hear a Corvair sneaking up behind you. Hollywood took me to a doctor for treatment. Unbeknownst to the doctor or I, I am extremely allergic to an antibiotic, the very one that was prescribed to me. Take one, three times a day. After two I did nothing but vomit and sleep.Hollywood recognised this as abnormal behaviour. Let the games begin.”There was a big whoop and all of the girls were staying and got immediately on their phones. Jenn finished up the record keeping, came over to me and asked, “We have an appointment? Where?”I leaned in real close and whispered, “In my pants, dear.” That made her giggle, but nobody else noticed.We left in her car, and went home. We were very focused until we got in her bedroom, then I turned around and she was already naked. She helped me get my shirt off, and went down on. Perhaps she had allergies.We were all laughing but managed to keep it soft.Angelica raised her eyebrows, tilted her head and left the room.That occasioned more giggling which we quickly got under control.When we settled, I urged Sunny, "Go on. You have to give us more than that." Patience," she said. "Though the movement was long over, I was a hippie, straight from the commune." In Mensa?" I asked with incredulity."I was a guest," said Sunny. "A friend asked me to come along with her to what. Reading the note, it said “Come to my house as soon as you finish work and we’ll discuss this. Tony”. Gasping aloud, I wracked my brain wondering how I could get out of this!With despair, I knocked on Bobbie’s door once again. I had almost called Jack and asked him to help me, but the idea of him seeing that picture and the questions he’d ask was more than I could bear. Involving my father or a policeman was inconceivable. One way or another I would have to put Tony off and figure out why.