"Mustn't grumble, mustn't grumble," John replied, "and how are you Mr.Jones?" I am very well thank you," I said as I made my way to the lift."You are ...looking very well, although there is something different aboutyou, Mr. Jones," remarked John, "and how is your lovely child?" She is very well, thanks, but she's getting a bit heavy to carry now,we must be overfeeding her" I said, putting Bekka's chair down and foreffect rubbing an imaginary sore arm. John chuckled and then I was savedany more. He was not close enough to hear their conversation, but could easily gather from their body language that drinking beer and chatting was not the only thing that either of them had on their minds.As Bruce looked on he watched his wife make the first move. The two were sitting very close, their chairs almost touching as Janice slowly began to slip the halter straps of her light summer dress over her shoulders. Jeff was also watching her as she put on a slow, sexy strip-tease for him, sliding the. "Don't know why though. But you could play with it. I keep thinkingMango Habanero.."Nick's eyes gleamed for a second. "...or like spicy Dr. Pepper?"Bobbie cocked her head slightly. Holding her eyes up and to the left,thinking, "Don't see why not. Kind of like Tetris. Cooking's like aliving puzzle, a really cool game." She hefted her sandwich "And you getto eat your achievements." Didn't think of it that way, this might be fun. Faye..." She had gottenup and left without anyone noticing."I'm sure. What if the girl, Sean---in this case, me-- gets tired of assumingthe guy-role all the time? What, then? What if once in a while she wantsto play the girl, the real one, I mean---you know, play the role she wasborn for if that doesn't sound too sexist---to feel a man's excitementagainst her, to feel his weight on her, to feel him enter her? Whatthen, Sean? I get tired of being the guy while you're always the girl. Iwant to be the girl... Trouble is, though, you can't play the guy-roleany.