Go to work at the bar." I said it with more conviction than I felt."I'm worried about you, especially after that note. Are you sure you wouldn't want ...to take the day off to see what happens?" No. If someone wanted to confront me directly they would have. That note was a cowards way. Besides, if I change who I am because I am afraid, then they win. I love you both and I'm going to make a life with you and Jules no matter what anyone else says or does. I'll fucking make it work." Saying the words. I got pretty good at splitting the responses as I went along. Many of the responses contained the expected dick pics accompanied by a short text like, ‘I want to fuck you’ or ‘I can pleasure you like no one else’. I must admit that some of the dick pics were impressive and I used a few as fantasy fodder during my many masturbation sessions. Did I mention that I am a horny woman!After my first pass through the responses I had twenty-nine in my maybe folder. I then created another folder labeled. Don't mess with my eggs though, there's barely enough already." Is that stew made from horse meat or not?" That's for me to know. I don't think you've ever tasted well cooked horse before. Once you did, you'd probably turn up your nose the next time someone offered you dog to eat. I guarantee you that whatever is in that stew pot, it will still taste better than what you are used to." That's not something that would be too hard to do. We've already finished off one of those steers that you gave. I sat there and suddenly I was surrounded by Christine, carrying her bags, then Claire And Katie. "We've been to your house then second guessed you'd be here. Cost a fucking fiver in the taxi !“ Christine said ”and I'm not leaving until Ok“ ”Until when" I asked but Chris had wandered to the bar.She came back with four bottles of house wine and four glasses. “Finish that and then drink this and take this” Another pill. I needed one ! Mr Floppy and getting more pissed by the second but I wasn't.