.. until we get to Phoenix, maybe..."She looked around at the circle of friendly faces. They all seemed to be such open, friendly men, rather straight...forward, somewhat rough, perhaps, but certainly they were not men who would take advantage of a young girl, alone; besides, Matt had said that he had a daughter near Charity's age. Jeff, the oldest had mentioned, somewhat boastfully that he had a two-year old grandson."We'd sure like to have you along," Jeff added, "to sort of help liven things up. "She either shuddered or shivered, and seemed to realize the breasts under discussion were currently bare. She pulled her dress to cover them and sat up."You're toying with me," she accused."Most assuredly," he said."What will you do now?" she asked, warily."Mistress Constance has watched her mother being a woman," he said. "She watched a number of times and has begun to show curiosity about how her mother has reacted during that activity." But you promised Lady Tinsley you'd leave her daughter. Nobody wants be stuck on the dreaded last call. I can see she is trying to wind the conversation up. She eventually succeeds, lets out a huge sigh of relief and throws off her headset. “Bloody timewasters, why do they leave it until the last minute and decide to call at half five?” As there is nobody else left, the question is aimed in my direction, with no decent answer I shrug my shoulders and smile. I’ve worked with Jess for just over a year. At 24, she’s six years younger than myself. She’s. I told her not to worry. My time at Yale was covered by family money and scholarships, while my time at Dartmouth was on fellowship. I don't think Veronica ever appreciated how good I was at school, but no student loans got her attention. Interesting.Eventually, we settled in a booth, with drinks. I ordered Irish, with water back. I was drinking the water, but Roni was killing vodka martinis. She had slipped during my three years away. Still, I could use an edge, so I kept paying for more.