”“I’ll be okay,” I said, “but yes, a dinner’s a good way for us to all get acquainted. You two can work out the details.”Giggle. “Good...!” Deena said. “Tomorrow evening. The seafood place.”“Everything there is fried,” I said.“And it’s GOOD!” Haley returned. “And Carlita says THEY like it, too.”“Okay,” I said, “but not tomorrow night. We have to get the facility found and rented, and there are some clients to meet. Talk with Carlita, or email or Skype with her, and let her know too many things are. People have always called me pretty, and I'm in fairly good shape thanks to horse-riding. I'm 5'4" and weigh 8 stone.So I'm lying on my bed with Joe one sunny Saturday afternoon relaxing with a joint after a nice fuck (me on top) when the phone rings. I screen the call, and when I hear it is my husband, who's in Birmingham on a business trip, I say to Joe, "Let's have us some fun with the idiot. Don't you dare make a sound."Joe nods, smiling, and I pick up the phone. "Hello, darling, I heard. “It’s okay, you can say you hate them,” I told her. “They’re nowhere near the tasteful effect that you got from the service, but we picked everything out and did it together.”She nodded. “It’s ... colorful,” she allowed, trying not to start with fighting over decorations. She joined us in the kitchen where the table was set and the pizza was laid out. She was grateful that we’d ordered her favorite pizza and the three of us dug in, leaving conversation to one side for now.It was a tense meal. I glanced up at the electronic scoreboard. It read: TonyaB…I…M…x…x LauraB…I…M…x…x EricaB…I…M…x…x ChristineB…x…x…x…x Chrissie had finally earned a letter, but the rest of us were still two letters behind her. I finally spotted Chrissie, Tonya and Laura standing together. It was actually sort of funny seeing dark-haired Chrissie and blonde Tonya together. Chrissie was several inches taller and less bimbified overall, and in her heels, Chrissie towered over the busty, barefoot Tonya. Quite a study.