I grinned. "Maybe we should get together with you and Paul sooner rather than later." That might be a very nice idea." She fondled me through my pants..., and then did a pretty good Lily von Shtupp voice. "Oh, did I invade your personal space? I'm so vewwyy vewwy sowwy."Carol laughed at her. "We're going to go check the staging."We walked out and sat at the bar. The club wasn't open yet, but Molly, the barmaid, welcomed us and asked if we needed anything. "Can I ask for my personal favorite?. I took my design to the masses and posted pictures online of me in my denim chaps. They were positively received...even getting a flattering comment from a guy thinking I was a girl from the backside. But it was a comment from a regular in the gay chatroom that inspired me...."wouldn't it be nice if you had a Velcro cover or flap for easy access in public?" A few days later, a several failed experiments, I had constructed a pair of jeans with a removable pockets. I had cut the denim from behind. The kitchen and living room were communal to the whole house. There were three bedrooms downstairs. It was surprisingly quiet, except for the occasional party thrown on a Friday or Saturday night. Val and I kept our clothes in different rooms. They were too small to stuff everything we’d brought with us into one of them. But we slept together.Except when Phil came to see her and take her out. That started out as a once a month thing, and that’s what caused the tension I mentioned in the last. He did own two ships, as you know, quite valuable ships, but they are both hired out, and the last I heard both may have been lost at sea. Let us assume that is," she took a deep and shuddering breath, "assume that is true. It decreases the estate by nearly half." She exhaled loudly, obviously displeased.Anne nodded. She had heard of the loss of the Janet Lune to a British frigate near the mouth of the St. Lawrence and then the wreck of the April May in a Hatteras storm. Evidently there were.