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Shopping Gone Awry Part1

PART I

Preface.

Sometimes things don’t turn out the way you thought they would turn out. Every year the five of us, there is me, then Susan, my best friend from high school, Nancy, a friend who I used to work with, Gwen, and my sister in law, Dee, would go somewhere and spend a weekend shopping, drinking, and generally making nuisances of ourselves. This year, though, my sister in law decided to invite one of her best friends, the newly divorced Annie along for the party.

Initially I didn’t think anything about it. I asked Paul if he knew Annie and her ex-husband, Fred. All Paul would say is that he didn’t think the group was ready for her to come along. Paul had known Fred before he met Annie, and although he liked both of them, I didn’t know why he was so cryptic about Annie not fitting in. Since Annie was primarily my sister in law’s friend, I let it go at that, and figured there was some minor bad blood between Paul and Annie over the divorce.

In retrospect, I should have pushed Paul for more information. Also, in retrospect, I’m glad I didn’t.

Bloomington, MN Friday, 4PM Chevy’s Tex Mex Grille

I was still cold when I ordered my first margarita. The rest of the crowd was there in the bar. Happy Hour had been worked over. Susan was leading the group in some kind of animated discussion. Nancy was sitting beside her, and Annie was standing beside Susan. I hadn’t seen Annie in a few years. She looked cute. Her reddish hair was trimmed into an almost boyish cut and she was almost as tall as Susan. Her faint freckles and wide smile made her stand out. The group was laughing hysterically at something Susan had said. Gwen and Dee were laughing so hard I could see they were trying to stanch the noise.

I paid for my drink. The bartender just pointed and said “are you part of that group?”

“No, not yet”, I replied.

He gave me a wary grin. “They have been here since 2.30”.

Knowing what that meant, I walked toward the tables. This was going to get interesting fast, or they would be all asleep by 6pm.

“Hello, stranger,” Annie said as she rushed over to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. When she hugged me I could tell she had been working out, her body was taut, and when she pressed herself against me, I felt a surge of attraction. She kissed me on the cheek, and then whispered in my ear “we’re roomies for the weekend!” Then she held my arms, (still not spilling her drink, mind you) and leaned back, “Look at you!” she exclaimed. “It’s been too long!”

Trying not to blush or give away the warmth running through my veins and incidentally, through my nether regions, I kissed her back, and retuning the hug, mumbled something about “yeah too long”. Catching my breath, and surveying the faces of the others for any sign that I had ‘emoted’ excessively, I was glad they were already drunk and not paying attention.

I didn’t know why Annie was so excited about having me as a roommate for the weekend. I did understand our tradition that since I was going to be the last to check in that I didn’t get to choose my roommate. Annie was a lot of fun. I was perplexed that her hug and meaningless cheek kiss could get me to soak my panties. ‘Oh well’ I thought, ‘it’s just that I haven’t had an adventure in a while’. Still it was Annies’ hardened body that I didn’t expect. ‘Darn it, why are you still getting wet?’ I asked myself. Sitting down at the table, I glanced around at everyone’s faces to make sure no one was guessing what I was feeling.

The waitress came by, and looked at me. “Another Margarita?” I shook my head in the affirmative and joined the gaggle of conversations.

5.30 PM (Still at the Bar)

Everyone was busy getting caught up on things since the last time we were all together. Annie was talking about some of the men she had met in the dating scene. My mind was drifting off, just watching my friends talk and enjoy themselves. It was a good thing the Embassy Suites had a shuttle from their place to here. I don’t think too many of the group would have been in to a drive, even for a few blocks.

“Hey, where have you been?” It was Susan. She had taken the seat next to me, and let the conversation drift away from us.

I nodded in the direction of Gwen, Annie and Dee, and took a drink of my 3rd margarita. “just sitting here enjoying the conversation”, I replied.

Susan reached out and grabbed my wrist. ‘I’m so glad you could make it”, her voice was full of emotion, and laced with a twinge of relief. “How do you think Annie will fit in? I mean we’re all part of couples, and I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

I looked at her, and chuckled. “I think she has already fit in. Why, were you worried she might stir something up?”

Susan lowered her face, and looked up at me, batting her eyelashes. Assuming a fake southern accent, she mimicked: “why what do you mean by that, Scarlett?” Putting my index finger to my temple, I thought about a reply. “Well, I’ll tell you this, with her as a roommate for two nights I think (a) I will get plenty of sleep because she will score someone at the bar and not come home or (b) I will get no sleep because she will want to stay up and party all night in the outer room”.

Susan’s face crinkled into a laugh. “Well if you need some help, text me!” Again, I could not control getting wet, thinking about Susan. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought. Maybe I should call Paul and have him come to the bar with John, and try to keep us from getting outed around our ‘vanilla’ friends. Just then, Nancy put her arm around my shoulder. Susan looked up. Nancy was glowing. So was my sister in law Dee.

“Get up!” Nancy said. “Let’s blow this pop stand! Susan and I downed the remains of our margaritas, grabbed our coats and followed the group to the door.

In the parking lot of the Chevy’s there was a surprise. A stretch limousine waited for us. I guessed we weren’t going back to the Mall of America. Nancy, Annie and Dee climbed in, and opened a box of Lima-margarita cans that were waiting there for us. Susan and I got in next, and the rest climbed in, Annie handing each person a can of Lima-margaritas from the box.

The lights went down, the music up, and off we went!

1 AM Embassy Suites, Airport Bloomington, MN

The limo was fun. We went from Bloomington to King of Diamonds in South St Paul up to the Gay 90’s in Minneapolis, and then to Champps in Bloomington. Annie, Nancy, and Dee wanted to hang out at Champps, so the limo took the rest of us back to the Embassy Suites, where the rest of us, Susan, Gwen and I sat down in the outer room of Annie any my suite for one last drink. I was still revved up from the lap dance Susan bought my sort of prudish sister in law, and from the attention I received from some of the guys at the bar when we crashed in to the Champps. Susan sat next to me on the couch. Gwen sat in the recliner. We all got one glass of wine and a large bottle of water.

“What a night!” Susan exhaled as she leaned back on the couch. Gwen, motionless, said nothing. I wasn’t tired or drunk. I hadn’t started at 2pm! Susan gave me a knowing look. I shook my head.

‘NO’. I pointed at Gwen and showed Susan my watch. I leaned over and whispered in to her ear “Annie will be here soon, we just can’t.” This had the opposite effect on me from what I had intended. Instead of tamping down the desire to take Susan’s hand, close the door to the bedroom and having a sexual adventure, the smell of her perfume, the bounce of her hair, and the sound of her voice only turned up the heat on something that had been simmering all evening. Susan sensed this, her face turned toward mine, and she put her right hand on my thigh, inching up my dress. Our faces were drawing close, and I could already feel her tongue on mine, and the sensations of her hands stroking me.

“Ahem”, Gwen stuttered. Like teenagers caught necking, we parted, and assumed a safe distance from each other on the couch. Gwen was still focused on the TV, and was just clearing her throat, or beginning to snore. We couldn’t tell. My heart was thumping in my chest and I was suddenly short of breath. Susan sat as far from me as she could, her face flushed, a look of relief on her face that Gwen hadn’t busted us. Susan stood up, straightened her skirt.

“Gwen, wake up, let’s go to bed”. Gwen stirred in her chair, he head drooping over to the right. Susan poked her. “Come on let’s go”. Finally Gwen stood up, half awake and doddering. Susan looked over Gwen’s shoulder, winked at me, and led Gwen off to sandman land in their suite.

2.30 AM Embassy Suites, Airport Bloomington, MN

I woke up. Music from the outer room was on, and I could hear people talking. There was Annie’s voice, laughter, a male voice, and another female voice I didn’t recognize.

‘Damn,’ I thought, I gotta get some sleep! Then when I heard something hit the door, I sat up. It hit the door again. ‘Fucking Annie and her divorce partying!’ We had an entire day of shopping and other shit to do, including the comedy club. Here I was in what amounted to a college dorm on Home COMING weekend! The thump against the door was more rhythmic now, and now there were moans coming from the other side of the door. As I began to wake up, the stirring in my blood began again. I knew someone was getting laid on the other side of the door. The question was, who? The thumping against the door had subsided, so I crept to the door, cracked it open, and peered into the outer room.

Annie was lying on the floor. A woman whom I did not recognize was sitting beside her. She was pouring ‘mudslide’ on to Annie’s tits. The guy, whose back was to me, was licking the booze off of her.

The other woman was petite, with dark hair, a wide smile. Her pussy was bushy, dark, but trimmed along the edges. Her tits were small, with large, erect nipples. I was immediately wet, just looking at her. Annie was laughing, and giggling as the guy licked the Mudslide off her tits, and started licking down toward he navel.

The brunette said ‘my turn’ and poured some Mudslide on to her navel, dragging the bottle down toward Annie’s tightly trimmed pussy. Flipping her shoulder length hair over her left shoulder, she started by sucking the Mudslide out of Annie’s navel. Tracing the line of booze from Annie’s navel to the top of her pubic hair, she swallowed the booze, sat back on her heels, and stroked Annie’s body from the top of the pubic hair, to her navel, and on to Annie’s right breast, stroking the nipple. She leaned over, poured some booze on to the right breast, and licked the booze off her nipple. Swirling her tongue around the areola, the licked the nipple from the bottom up. She swirled her tongue around the nipple, and then plunged on to the breast, sucking on the entire breast as far as she could get it into her mouth. The man, whose back was still to me, traced his fingers down toward Annie’s pussy, and began stroking her clit with his index finger. Annie let out a loud moan and arched her back toward the brunette’s tongue, which was now pleasuring her right breast.

By now I was so horny I had forgotten being angry with Annie.

Finally the guy turned toward the door, and as he was moving to grab something from off to his right, his eyes locked on to mine, and he smiled. He had a nice face, comforting, handsome in an innocent way. His hair was short, he demeanor quiet, confident, and he moved with grace and intensity. His cock was erect, his pubic hair a light brown, and when he moved, his erect cock swayed with the momentum of his movements.

I froze. I thought he was going to tell Annie and his partner. Then I saw his wedding ring, and as the brunette threw her legs over Annie and bent down to over Annie’s pussy, I saw the brunette’s wedding ring. The fact they were husband and wife taking Annie made me that much hornier. I reached for my clit, and found my entire nether regions were soaking wet. My clit was easy to find, and making sure the ‘husband’ could see me, I began to stroke myself.

As I stroked my clit, little electric shocks ran down my legs and through my abdomen up to my neck. I wanted more, but didn’t want to really crash Annie’s party.

The brunette bent over Annie’s pussy and moved her pussy over Annie’s face. The brunette began to stroke Annie’s clit with her fingers. Slipping a finger inside of her, the brunette pressed her tongue to the top of Annie’s pussy. The brunette moved her pussy close the Annie’s face, and Annie began to stroke the exposed clit and pussy. I was watching then when Annie suddenly tensed up and let out a yelp.

The guy had slid a large blue dildo into Annie, and clamped his tongue on to her. Immediately, she came. He started moving the dildo in and out of her, Annie pushing against it. Annie wrapped her legs around the waist of the brunette, pumping her hips against the dildo. The brunette lowered her face to Annie’s pussy, and began licking it, her tongue pushing against the clit each time the dildo was stroked into her. Annie came again. Then again, grabbing at the waist of the brunette, and trying to pull her pussy back over her face.

Time after time, Annie would tense, yelp, then try to pull the brunette back over her, and then tense, and yelp again. The guy was furiously pumping Annie with the dildo, giving her no break between orgasms.

The brunette turned around, and spreading her legs over Annie’s body started kissing Annie vigorously. As they were locked in their embrace, kissing deeply, the guy got up on his knees, pulled his wife toward him, and slid his erect and long cock into his wife. His wife continued to kiss Annie as her husband fucked the hell out of her. He was vigorously fucking her, his hands on her hips. With each thrust, she made a low moaning sound. The guy grabbed the brunette’s right hip with his right hand, and reached around her with his left hand. He started stroking her clit with the index finger of his left hand. The brunette started fucking the guy’s dick. He stopped thrusting, and holding on to her clit, she rocked back and forth on her knees, banging her ass against him.

Annie reached up and grabbed the tits of the brunette, she slid herself down, and was licking them. The brunette suddenly arched her back, reached for he husband’s ass, and began to moan loudly.

Annie slid herself down and began to lick his balls and the brunette’s clit as she moved back and forth as the brunette rhythmically pushed her ass against the guy’s cock.

Then he began a low moan, and the brunette began to breathe heavily. Suddenly, they stopped, gasped, and held their positions. He shuddered several times, drawing her toward him. After several seconds, he drew out of her. Annie started licking the bottom of his cock as he withdrew, tasting both of them.

The guy sat on the floor. The brunette laid on the floor and rolled over. Annie jumped up and got everyone a drink. Then they just sat on the floor, looking at each other. Annie spoke first. “Thanks Shane, that was great!” Shane held out his drink glass, and gave Annie a toast salute.

Shane pointed his glass to the brunette. “Thank Andrea”. She is the one who had the idea to buy you a drink while we were at the bar! So, I thought, its Shane and Andrea.

Andrea was out of sight behind the bar. I heard a gentle laugh, and a short giggle. “I was SOOOOO nervous!” Pause. “I never thought the night would end up like this!”

‘My wet dream come true’ I thought. Shane was still hard. I looked at the carpet between my feet. It was soaked. I still hadn’t come. Things had been so interesting I could not keep concentrating long enough to get off an orgasm!

Shane looked at the door, and catching my eye, sighed. Then he touched Andrea’s leg. “Honey, I have to tell you that there has been a participant other than the three of us here tonight.” I could not see her face. I saw Annie’s face go red with embarrassment. Shane looked at me. “Come out here you little peeping Tommie!”

I heard Andrea laugh, nervously. Annie’s blood drained from her face. I stepped out into the outer room. “Get me a drink dickhead” I said to Shane. He jumped up and began to make a margarita. Annie scrambled to put something on. Andrea just picked up what looked to be Shane’s T shirt and dropped it over head, covering her up. Shane made three more drinks, ranging from margaritas to whiskey cokes.

We all sat at the bar. At first there was an uncomfortable silence. I really wanted to keep Shane and Andrea naked, but that daydream wasn’t going to happen just yet. “That was a great show” I remarked. “But a yellow dildo? Was it made in China?”

Nervous laughter filled the room.

I knew Annie did not know of the adventures Paul and I had enjoyed. I really had no interest in being busted. But there was something about all of this that seemed too intentional. Either that, or it was just plain a happenstance, and they were busted by waking me up. After processing Annie’s behavior, and realizing at this point she was unaware of my horniness, I decided to just let it go, and shoot for the long game of seeing where all of this might go on another day.

“So I guess you met at the bar, which one?” Each time I looked into Shane’s eyes, that damn warmth would run out of my crotch and up to my neck and face. I tried to stifle that feeling. It was Andrea who spoke next. “It was me.” She laughed, nervousness leaving her like a riptide rolling out to sea. “I saw her dancing with some guy and challenged Shane that I could get her to dance with me.” Shane smiled. “She is damn sexy, isn’t she?” Annie grew a grin on her face. “YES. SHE. IS!” We all laughed. “So what happened next?” I asked. Shane looked at Annie. I wondered who had been there from our group when all of this happened. Annie began: “well I was sitting with Nancy and Gwen when Andrea came over. Andrea asked me about my outfit, and I said that it was a ‘Kohl’s’ special”. Annie paused. “Then she asked me to dance!” Andrea smiled and lifted her glass to Annie. Annie continued; “well it was a slow dance, so I wasn’t sure. Then Shane came over, took my hand and led me out on to the dance floor”. “I had to leave Andrea behind”, Shane said, faking remorse. “Before you TOOK her from behind!” I exclaimed. We all laughed. Damn, I wanted Shane. Andrea would have been fun too. I was thinking fast. How do I leave the situation open and not reveal my desires to Annie, who might not appreciate that I was like this (horny) even without the fever of divorce partying! Suddenly Andrea looked at the clock on the TV. “Shane, we gotta go, remember mom is watching the kids. She’ll ask a shitload of questions tomorrow when we all get up.” Andrea began searching for her clothes. Shane found the dildo on the floor. “Annie, this is yours”. After handing it to her, she put it in the sink and turned on the hot water. Shane put away that magnificent body. Annie went in to our room and I could hear water running in the bathroom. Andrea was now fully dressed, both had their coats on. I hugged them, and reaching for the counter, slipped one of my business cards into Andrea’s coat pocket. When she hugged me, she kissed me on the neck. Streaks of pleasure ran from my neck right to my stomach. Shane kissed me on the neck and cheek. Another jolt of warmth and electricity ran from my neck throughout the rest of my body. I held him close, and whispered “don’t be a stranger”. Shane whispered back; “we won’t. It is just late.” I desperately wanted to talk to Annie and find out what the hell just happened and what was going on in her mind. She was still in the bathroom. Quickly, I flung myself on to my bed, covered myself in my covers, removed my underwear, thought about Shane. I fingered myself into a pleasure-able orgasm. Faking falling off to sleep, I let Annie slip into bed without getting in to what had just happened. I wanted to have this conversation after conferring with Paul.

10 AM Embassy Suites, Airport Room 440

I woke up hungry. Annie was nowhere to be seen. I laid back in the bed, but I did smell coffee brewing. The fragrance filled my nostrils. I moved. I looked at the clock.

DAMN! I missed the breakfast! I panicked a little, wondering what the rest of the group was doing. I know we were planning on breakfast together (missed that), and then going to the mall together to shop. (Where were we on that?) Then we were going to have lunch, shop some more, and then meet back at the Embassy Suites for their Happy Hour. I was tired, and still foggy from the night before.

Where in the hell was Annie? Nancy, Gwen, ANY OF THEM? The bedroom part of the suite was silent. Then I had this thought ricochet across my brain. ‘What if the rest of them stopped by and saw the mess in the outer room? Did Annie hide the yellow dildo? Did she clean up the bar area and make sure there was no evidence of our early morning visitors?

A familiar BEEP made my cell phone vibrate on the night stand. I picked it up. It was a text from Paul, responding to my text from 4am.

“did u take pics? Annie was having fun with this stuff while Married to Fred. They had some adventures. She likes to Have fun. They were pocket swingers. They liked it, but He wanted out. That was part of the divorce. They liked it He didn’t want to admit it. When she went deep in to women That threatened him. Didn’t help he was always hunting, fishing, And hanging out at the golf course.

Luv Ya. Have fun. Take pics. We can talk later. Up here powder is Great. Sledding is perfect. John, for once isn’t thinking about sex 24/7.

“Hello sleepyhead!” It was Annie. And Gwen, and Nancy, and Susan, and Dee. They were all suddenly in the room. All had coffee. Annie sported a plate full of fruit from the now closed breakfast buffet. I suddenly realized I didn’t have any underwear or pyjama plants on. I clutched the sheets and blankets close to my legs and sat up. I took the coffee cup offered by Annie, and sipped the black coffee. “Am I keeping you up?” I asked. Most of them had already had mamosas or bloody mary to go with their coffee. I was the one way behind.

I began to wake up. I glanced at Annie’s face. She winked at me. The black coffee started my heart, then my brain. The fog of waning adrenaline, lack of sleep, and lingering dreams began to lift. Annie bent over, and kissed me on the cheek. Damn, I felt that moistness again!

All of my friends were chattering. The racket seemed to both comfort me, and annoy me. I forced myself out of bed, and in to the shower. I kept replaying the previous nights’ experience through my mind. While the shower water was hitting my back, I put my hands against the tile and shook, both from the chill of the difference between the air in the room versus the heat of the water, and from disbelief from what I had witnessed. Annie! Sweet little choir girl Annie! I felt the warmth and moisture from between my legs again, and in the rising steam from shower I felt a rush of heat to my chest and forehead. “STOP IT” I told myself. I knew that if I started to masturbate I might make some noise other might hear. I also knew that I had to get going, the gang was waiting for me to get ready so we could go ‘shopping’. After washing my hair, I ran my hands over my breasts and stroked my pussy. I determined that the rest of the weekend I’d be less interested in Bloomingdales, and more interested in fantasizing about shopping in Shane’s Drill section at Sears! I chuckled at my personal joke, knowing Shane and Andrea were not going to be around. But, the fantasy was enough to get me motivated to get out of the shower and get ready for the MOA.

One thing I did consider was the Annie Wild Card.

I finished in the shower and was in the bedroom getting dressed when I heard my cell phone click. I picked it up. Paul was still being helpful in his text messages. This one read.

“…have fun, and keep an eye on Annie. I think she wants you.”

I thought about early this morning. I started to warm up again. Forcing those thoughts from my mind, I got dressed, finished my hair, and joined the now ‘three Bloody Mary’ club in the outer room.

Mall of America 2PM

Gwen was drunk. So was Dee. Susan was drinking steadily but she was keeping herself sober enough. Annie was off with Nancy trying on clothes over at some boutique place. The sound of the rides filled the background. The bar was full of people, and there were football games on the TVs. I finally relaxed. No one had suspected the activity in our room last night. Annie must have cleaned the room up pretty well.

Just as I was sitting back in my chair, enjoying the background noise, the chitchat at the table, and the sight of my closest friends enjoying themselves. Susan caught my eye, and moved from her part of the table, and, gracefully extricating herself from her conversation, moved from the other side of the table, and sat next to me. Her eyes were dancing, protecting some type of inside knowledge and mischief known only to her. Susan tipped her glass against mine, and smiled a knowing smile.

“How are you doing? I haven’t had the chance to talk to you since the weekend began.” I wasn’t sure where she was going with this. I didn’t know why I felt my heartbeat increase and a sudden rise of pressure in my chest. For some reason I was having trouble reconciling the adventures Susan and I have had with Annie’s unexpected behavior. I also knew that between Paul and me we’d never done anything without both of us involved. My sudden anxiety was annoying me. “OK. Having fun”, I responded. “Just sitting here enjoying myself. Everyone seems to be having a good time.” Susan moved closer to me. Taking a ‘talking confidential’ pose next to my left ear, she leaned in and asked “how long have Nancy and Annie been gone?” I sat back, rocking the barstool away from the high top table. “I don’t know. They went to some store to try on clothes.” Suddenly the drinks, lack of sleep and big lunch began to hit me. I felt tired. Susan pulled out her cell phone, and leaned toward me. Her breath and perfume reminded me of some of our adventures. Her arm leaned against mine, and she took my hand. The texture of her skin reminded me of her amazing touch, and sexual talent. She wasn’t being intentionally provocative. It was just that at this point I was susceptible to temptation. I inhaled deeply the whiff of her perfume. She opened her cell phone’s photo app, and waited for some stored pics to materialize in the viewer. The first pic was of Annie dancing with Shane. Susan purred. “That guy is really hot.” The next photo was of Annie dancing with Andrea. Right away I caught the fact that Andrea had her hands on Annie’s butt during a slow dance. The next photo made me sit up straight and squint, focusing on the under exposed image. I struggled to see the details. Susan leaned in closer to me, and said ‘I took these earlier today. We were in the dressing room at New York and Company.” Susan paused. “I just had to take these.” The photos were kind of dark, but in the first picture you could see Annie getting out of a dress, and Nancy helping her get it unzipped. Annie was wearing no underwear. Nancy was only in her bra and panties. In the second photo you could see the surprised look on Nancys’ face. Annie had turned toward her in full nudity. Annie’s back was to the camera. Before Susan went to the next pic, she explained: “I had changed, and they had left their stall door ajar. That’s how I took these. I just pushed the door open to see what was taking so long, and managed to get these three photos.” As she brought the next photo up, she continued, “I didn’t want to get busted so this is the last one.” In this photo Annie’s back was still to the camera. She was still nude, but you could no longer see Nancy’s face, and instead of her left arm being at her side, it was dr*ped over Annie’s right shoulder. I looked at Susan. “Do you think what is going on is what I believe is going on?” Susan demurred. “I can only think they are kissing or something. It never occurred to me that Nancy of all people would ‘go for the bi thing’. But then again, Annie has been behaving differently that I thought she would.” I looked around the bar. They still weren’t around. “And those two are Missing in Action. Coincidence?” Susan did her own inventory. Everyone was accounted for but Nancy and Annie. Now I had known Nancy for close to 25 years, and she was the straightest of straight arrows. She and her husband had 4 kids, and she was always volunteering for this and that at school, church, and elsewhere. When we were in high school she was the goody two shoes who would always counsel me against my baser instincts, and had an uncanny ability to sort out which guys I wanted to date were jerks or not. We used to call her the ‘Jerk Detector’. At one time, in a moment of weakness, I let her in on some of the adventures Paul and I had had, (upon pain of being hung drawn and quartered), and expecting condemnation she laughed and congratulated me on my ingenuity and willingness to be open to new experiences. I told her new experiences were easy once you found out who good they felt! Susan sat back and slammed the rest of her drink. The place was beginning to fill up. The din was growing. My other friends were laughing and telling jokes. Susan was just sitting there next to me. She ordered another drink, and relaxed in her chair. I ordered another drink and we both sat together, watching others, lost in our own thoughts. I was struggling with the image of Annie and Nancy having sex. I thought they might just be on the rides, or at the movies. They had not been seen for at least three hours. I wasn’t jealous. I just worried about Nancy. At this point Annie could get anything done at any time. While I was lost in my thoughts, Susan leaned over and touched my hand. “Well if they can play, so can we?” I leaned over and whispered to her. “Let’s just see what we find out.” “Let’s go, and check out the rooms. If they aren’t there we’ll come right back.” The waitress sauntered by. I ordered another Captain and Coke for me, and a double Margarita on the rocks for Susan. I had no desire to burst in to a room and see Annie corrupting Nancy. It was best we sat in the bar and drank than go snooping around our rooms trying to find them in flagrante dilecto. Susan downed her drink. I ordered another one. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to keep me from finding out what was going on, or put myself into a situation where something might happen that might change our friendships forever. I had always seen Nancy as Simon Pure and Simon Simple. I didn’t want to end that vision of her. But if she spent most of the day with Annie, who knows what might have happened!