As a matter of fact, she's here with a friend and they are together, so I'd be butting in on them. This time Traci was a bit quicker to pick up on things. Oh, a woman? Yes. Helga, I think Inga said. Were you attracted to Inga? Well, I thought she was very pretty and told her so. And then what happened? Heather took a deep breath and paused, looking up into Traci's calm face, She suggested we would be a hot couple in bed. Not letting any grass grow under her feet, is she? And is she taking you to bed with her erotic rape image? No, actually, she's not. But you would have gone if she had asked? Yes. Well, that tears it, Heather thought. Traci's going to be pissed now. Why am I so honest with her all the time?

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