"I wouldn't have you any other way." Joan said with a smile that made Chris think she was secretly up to something. "You're my best boyfriend and girl...friend rolled up in one."While their roommates were at the club, Joan and Chris had changed for bed in their room. Chris was in a pair of sweats and nude pantyhose while Joan had on a skimpy nightgown and thong panties. "Finally alone," Joan said as she pushed Chris' pant leg up and ran her hand up and down his nylon covered leg." Yeah, I guess,". Claude giggled. “Sandra meet the boys, from left to right we have Mikey the finest butcher this side of the Colorado River, Claude only 16 and yet so accomplished, and finally Tommy the unwashed.” Sandra looked at the group in front of her and the knot in her stomach began to rise to her throat. Furthest to the left was one of the roundest men she had ever seen. He resembled a bowling ball all of the defining features of the human figure having long ago been covered in layers of fat. The man. "Well, we won't be making a formal arrangement." Turning serious, he added, "I know you'll want to be around in case Dulcie goes into labour."Dulcie's pregnancy had not stopped her from carrying out her pastoral duties. For the most part, her parishioners understood and came to her, rather than expecting a visit. A few, however, were just not able. Among them was Edith Spurgeon, still in hospital after her stroke. Not too long previously she'd been a sour, bitter, old maid. Delia Westwood,. He put the cup on the table in front of her and then walked away.Susan raised an eyebrow. "And how am I supposed to drink that? You've tied my arms," she pointed out.Perkins sighed and then took the cup. He brought it up to Susan's lips and then as she drank it she managed to bring her arms up and over to strike Perkins on the neck, cutting off the flow of blood for a second before releasing it. The blood rushed on into his brain, causing him to lose consciousness."Sorry about that," she said,.