There were plenty of the waitresses serving the tables, displaying their intimate body parts. There was even more of the dancing, and I was showing so...me panty in some of the dance moves.While I was looking at the pictures of the French gala, Ben Smith of the wimpy triplets walked over, “How come I miss all the good parties?”“I’m not sure it is worth getting shot at to be able to attend one,” I replied.“You are probably right about that,” he replied.The girls and I made the rounds to each table. She didn’t resist, in fact she placed her hand on my arm. I knew she was still mad, but we were both hurt right now, and when I get hurt, even by her, all I want to do is just hold her in my arms. I don’t know how many nights I had spent clutching my pillow to my chest, hoping when I opened my eyes it would be her. Yet nothing could ever replicate the feeling of my arms around her and her soft, warm body pressed against mine. ‘Why does this happen?’ She said, a touch of anger and sadness in her. They were going to take in her show later that evening. Since it lasted from seven pm to past three in the morning, she needed a nap."They'll love you," Philip assured her as he drove up to the IHOP for lunch. This was a putdown for Jackie but Beth liked the food from there on occasion. Philip wasn't an eater of fancy food. Before striking it rich, he ate plain old meat and potatoes. It mattered little what their cook placed before him except for beets or red cabbage."This is my luscious new. I couldn't believe how slutty I felt, nor how much one could act like a whore.Jake smiled in my direction. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I faintly smiled back at him. He must have sensed my distance, and moved, sitting down at the foot of my lounge.You okay honey? He asked in a concerned tone.I told him yes I was fine and just thinking. He seemed satisfied with my answer, and walked back toward his own seat.Indeed I was thinking. My mind raced with emotions and wicked fantasies. It was.