I'd never had such a warm welcome in my life. She was ecstatic to see me, and that made me pretty happy to see her too.I pulled back and held Abby at ...arm's length. I hadn't seen her for nine months except in a couple of photographs she'd emailed. She'd morphed again. She was then spectacularly beautiful: trim and perfectly proportioned figure, flawless skin, a face most models lust after, and a smile that lit up the afternoon – especially since it was all for me.We hugged and kissed again, and. They're friends. Two of them are married and their wives don't know about this. I don't know the two women, but I'm told they're Americans. One of them is married, but her husband doesn't know. And the other is a college girl whose parents live here. She's home on summer break. So, it's hush, hush. To avoid scandal." Do you want to go?" Yes, I would like to. I've never done this before either. Well," he amended that statement. "I mean, I've done groups of bargirls, but not round-eyes and not. “What is that word, Teacher?”“That one is pronounced like it is spelled, ‘throne.’”“Who threw it?” Ab asked, “and what did he throw.”Marjorie explained the words. She taught him the words by sound and then sang the music for him. Ab immediately got the idea of singing an octave lower than she did, though she avoided the word “octave.” She felt that she could teach him to read music when they had dealt with the old-fashioned “religious” words.She could teach Ab, and she would be happy to teach. What good was all the money and sex if I had a guilty conscience? The other part told me to shut up and enjoy myself. I didn't know what to do. In the meantime, I had an herbal bath coming up in a few minutes.Andrea didn't come home until late that night. She apologized for not calling, she had just gotten wrapped up in George's little movie project. It seemed really promising.I told her not to worry. That was one good thing about being together for so long, it seemed. All the little petty.