We could invite Carol and Stan for a sauna. You know, kind of ease them into our lifestyle.”“I’m not sure how well that will work, but sure, ask... her. We can start out with the old weekend rules if need be.”We dropped the kids at home and then headed back to the office. That evening, Kara and I watched the tape of the Bristol race.“Thirteenth,” I said. “Which isn’t a bad start for Bill on a short track like Bristol. He’s one of the best on super speedways, and he got his first win on a road. It looks like Candice is the one who's pissed that her little trick didn't work." But it doesn't even make any sense!" Mike complained. "Who would do that? Why would anybody do that?" I think you're underestimating the power of mature-" Vivien began, but was cut short by the wail of the smoke alarm. "Did you forget something, Michael?" Ah, now this is a little more my speed," Vivien said with a smile as they pulled to a stop in front of La Douceur. A valet dashed out from behind a Doric column. She felt her panties beginning to get wet, but why? Was her mother turning her on? No, it couldn't be that. Beth closed her eyes and began to get lost in the tune her mother was humming. Before either woman realized it, it was already midnight. "Oh baby, I'm sorry, you need to get some sleep," said Sheila. "Don't leave yet, Mom," whispered Beth. Sheila smiled and agreed to stay, this time the women stretched out on Beth's bed, giving Sheila's back a rest. As Beth situated herself, trying. She knew that she would probably never reach a point where she could live off original fiction, so instead she had recently been focussing on journalism. In a little less than a year, she'd be going to university, and she had already been accepted into her journalism course.These articles, they were a type of journalism. Perhaps she could get a job writing these, once she got her degree. Yes, a job at Playboy. That sounded exactly like what Gina wanted. She'd have to tell the guidance.