And then they returned to what they were doing. Wow, you think. What a strange bunch of people. But then you spot the bar and while your mates find a ...table you head over to the bar to order drinks. After telling the bartender what you want, you turn back to the room. There’s some strange undercurrent here, you think, it’s giving you a weird vibe and a cold chill. But then the bartender grunts letting you know your orders ready. You grab the drinks and head over to your friends forgetting about. It was erotica. This particular book was one of her favorites, though she never told me, I could tell because I've seen her read through it many times before. "You like that book baby girl?" I asked. My voice a little deeper and commanding than normal. I think she caught on to it. There was a little pause as she rolled over and looked into my eyes. "Mhmm..." she replied. Even though her reply was little more than a grunt, her voice still trembled slightly. "Does it turn you on?" I asked as my. Kathy's generous contribution to the rebuilding expenses was received and evaporated nearly instantly. She made a decent salary as a middle management banking officer and emotionally she was willing to contribute at least her share, and more, so that we could soon have a real home of our own. By 'We', this now included our new partner in love Amy, who in turn contributed a similar share of her own significantly lesser paycheck, which in turn was also instantly devoured by the final gas pipeline. I wore boxer shorts. Usually, I wore Jockeys, but, hey, this was my honeymoon. I was trying to show a little class, for a change.Alice came out. She stood in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her, giving me a real good look.I had expected something provocative -- diaphanous, back-lighted. All lacy and flimsy. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There.