“Hi, Chad,” Ashley said. “No way!” she continued, talking to the phone. “She did not.” Long pause. “Bullshit. No, I won’t.” Long pau...se. The guy with the stiff éclair had stopped stroking and was talking animatedly into the phone. Ashley said, “You are so full of shit . . . OK, deal.” “Miss Taylor,” she said, “I’m sure I should just hang up, but this is too weird, so . . .“ Ashley glanced at Chad, but finished, “he says you have a bald pussy and he’s watched you, um, play with it, and, well,. “Maybe you should show me what you might have wanted to…provoke,” he softly said to me. From my forward position his crotch was no more than a foot from my face, and at the same level. The voice inside my head grew louder, filling my thoughts with temptation. I felt the hard beating of my heart inside my chest, the blood heating in my veins. Without taking my eyes from his, I slowly reached forward and ran my hand along the outside of his thigh, from knee to hip. When he didn’t move or object,. "My thoughts exactly," she replied, still keeping her face close to mine."Shanthi, we . . ." I don't know how I was going to finish that sentence, but she interrupted me anyway."Let me tell you what's going to happen, Devon," she said. "I am going to walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Then I am going to get undressed and get into the shower. Then you're going to come and join me. OK?" OK," I replied, swallowing hard.Shanthi pressed a finger against my lips, then swiveled, and. Oh and by the way, Daisy--what a brilliant performance last night... Olivia's character might have beaten you up, but--" the hostess hid her mouth as if to whisper conspiritorially--"you beat her out in the end!! You were great!"Oh god, Olivia grumbled to herself, when does it end? She gritted her teeth as Daisy thanked her and pecked her on the cheek. Then Daisy dutifully took the tray of carrots, celery and squash slices in one hand, the bowl of creamy dip in the other, and wiggled out.