So I address her by name and say, “Emily please remove both of your hands from my derriere now!” Turning beet red and embarrassed, Emily replies,... “Please forgive me Ms. Charlotte. I was lost in the moment and I am really sorry. Please forgive me.” Her body language was interesting; eyes down, appearing very small and fragile, a very submissive posture. I have had many subordinates in my life, but never a young female. This could get interesting. I reply, “You’re forgiven. Now please get up. It was her usual great show with guests who seemed glad to be on the show with her.After the show, she said her good byes to all and we went to the condo in the limo. Joan followed us and pulled into the parking garage using Eve's code. She met us at the elevator and we all went upstairs. It was chaste compared to my elevator rides lately. Once there, we grabbed our cases and went to my car. We loaded up and pulled out. I followed Eve's directions to a hallowed tradition in Atlanta.We pulled. Their ardent lovemaking woke Lucy, who could see them clearly because of the night light that was constantly on to aid whoever had to get up to deal with a baby.She’d never seen her husband making love to one of the other women. It was fascinating to see Mallory in that role too. Most mothers never see whether their daughters are happy in bed or not. Most never even talk about whether she is happy in bed or not.But it was obvious to Lucy that Mallory was very happy. The two of them worked. Temple walked into the room, with Payne, she asked, ‘What was so funny?’ Bacillica Schneider turned to her and just said ‘Men!’ Alletta Temple simply replied ‘Oh.’ Dycke looked around the room pretending not to see Payne and asked Mrs. Temple when Payne was coming down. With that remark, 130 pounds of female fury hit him like a Mack truck. It was not a fair fight and he said so. He was sitting down and she had all the advantage. She beat the crap out of him while all Dycke was doing was.