”“What a shame,” said Erica, with acid in her voice.“Oh, I didn’t mind that,” said Terry. “I just think it’s stupid for two people to ...use the sink and the washer, and do the grocery shopping and everything else, when one could do it with less confusion, and more economy.”“Why didn’t you do it all then?” asked Erica. She clamped down on her emotions. He appeared to be an unrepentant bastard, but he was talking. That left room for him to be educated.“I would have,” he said. “She wouldn’t let me.. I could never do that to her, I could never hurt her like that. I can dream about it. I can jerk off to it, but no, that piece of pussy is off limits.I smile to myself as I enter the room. I wonder if Anna knew how many times I've been in here, how many times I've looked through her things. Now she is asking me to do what I love to do. I pull out the shirt she asked for. It is a little small for her these days but I wouldn't bring it up. The material molded to her tits making them really stand. After only two weeks of slinging drinks I met a member of the distribution network. He had heard of me from the club owner. "You are Karen Smith?" he asked."Yeah, what can I do for you?" I asked not quite sure who he was."I can do something for you. I heard you are a real piece of work. Is that true?" he asked."Depends on what you mean by that. I can take care of myself, but I'm no killer, even though I have killed men." I said."They tell me you were in the sandbox. Everybody who was there was. They were indeed the epitome of the ladies who lunch but there wasbusiness to discuss at this meal.Joyce explained her situation to Margaret in every detail. The two womenhad been more like sisters than just friends, shared secrets and lovers inthe past and then turned their backs of men once they had been betrayed,sharing that agony and rehabilitation together.Now their paramount concern was to have fun, without hurting anyone and inJohn's case, it could never be said that he was feeling any.