I found myself mostly circulating away from Liz, if only for my mental health. There was enough of a crowd that it wouldn't have seemed obvious. Besid...es, I wasn't actively avoiding her. Just not spending any significant time in her presence. I don't do well in crowds, and she was usually in one. Mostly, the retreat helped to reinforce my idea that I wanted Liz as a friend, and I wouldn't freak out in the meantime. After we came back from the retreat, things went back to normal. When Liz changed. She was glad that James was wealthy and giggled to herself as she wondered what she would have to do for her money.“Okay. Just to confirm.” Jane spoke with an air of authority. “We are here until whatever time in the morning this all ends. If I had to guess, I would say about 2-3am, it usually does. The men are too tired and or too drunk by then so… Now, any questions ?”Everyone looked at the others and shook their heads in negative response. “So everyone is up for everything ?” She. Marilyn was taken aback and said she would think about it. She asked her hubby. It seems hubby had asked her to go with other men before as he has a fetish for sloppy seconds! So if wifey was getting paid for what he liked it was a no brainer! Marilyn told me she didn’t mind as long as she didn’t have to look at his ugly mug. She added she liked a lot of sex anyway!She then surprised me completely by asking if I would like a sneaky peek, she said Jim bends her over the main sorting table so if. Sally was… well, a year my junior, we’d grown up together, Sally had been my neighbour from across the street as far back as I could ever remember. As had her deceased husband Bill Parsons. But Bill didn’t live across the street, he lived in the house next door to mine, on the north side of my parents place. Bill and I had been best buddies — as some folks call it — since the year dot. As we had all grown-up together, it had become patently obvious, remarkably early on, that Sally and Bill were.