Maryanne walked in with a smile on her face and greeted our guests warmly. Three of the guys we knew from New Year’s Eve, and two we hadn’t met be...fore. I could tell she was nervous and excited and anxious to get things going. She finished sipping the glass of wine she was holding, stood up and announced it was time to start the fun. She then proceeded to slowly and steadily remove every last piece of her clothing. Her audience became more and more enthusiastic as she slide off her underwear,. "Yes, I do. I might not approve of some things she might do, but I don't think she'd do anything to hurt me ... or you, for that matter ... not deliberately, anyway," she added, thoughtfully. "What about Amy? I don't really know her except at second hand." I trust her," he said definitely, "absolutely."Beth was still uncomfortable. Why invite both of them, together, for a meal? Was there any way she could avoid this? There wasn't, was there?"Okay," she agreed, very reluctantly, "yes ... I'll. I think you'd be dynamite at it." Yeah. And it'd be fun to go more places." We've seen a lot, haven't we?" Sophie said. "I mean, we've been all over the US and Canada, but, even outside of that, we've seen a lot." Yeah. Paris, London, Moscow, now Berlin. We've seen Switzerland and Norway." Beijing. Nagano, Japan. Don't forget Amsterdam," Sophie grinned."How could I forget Amsterdam?" Warren laughed. "And if we go to Worlds this year, we'll get to see Budapest." That's the best reason for going. After all, she was just a Greenwich Village girl. She glimpsed a huge pile of golden yellow grain towering over a thatched hut. Parked beside it was a Caterpillar, and sitting on the roof of the cab of the Cat was a little Sikh boy sipping a can of Pepsi. She smiled sleepily at the incongruity of the image before dozing off again.She woke with a start, her tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth, throat dry and sore, eyes gritty with sleep. She needed a Tylenol badly and rummaged in her handbag.