“Not once?”  Abby asked sitting up, the conversation now taking an interesting turn.  Having to live vicariously for her ***** life, she wanted to hear every detail.  ***** right now she’d sit through a ***** story by Kerry Weaver, even Luca.

“No.”  Neela said again with a smirk.  Her arms crossed over her chest and Neela blushed for just a moment.  Neela looked at Abby for some help in the matter instead Abby said.

“I have.”  Abby offered and Ray’s chair went flipping over backwards landing him on his back.  Jerry looked up from his book, rolling his eyes as Ro, Abby and Neela all laughed at him. 

“Really?  Do tell?”  He begged from the floor, causing the women to laugh even harder.  Ray’s eyes were wide and he didn’t move the thought of Abby lip locking with another attractive woman was going to give him wood if he moved.

“It was in college…”  Abby said, waving her hand as if it didn’t matter.  Ray got up scurrying up to his feet and getting back in the chair in a hurry.  Ray sat down and cleared his throat.

“Abby!”  Neela said, stunned at the confession.

“What?  I was wild I drank.  I drank a lot.  I…  Experimented.”  She said and Ro said nothing, having not moved a muscle since the confession she’d been right, Abby was a double swinger.  She had an ungodly way of just staying very still Abby noticed trying to gauge of their reactions.

Ray was in the chair, brushing his scrubs free of the dust and grime of the floor.  He was about to pop a wheelie then thought better of it.  What if Neela confessed she’d once been a man?  Or that Robbi was the love child of some famous singer?  No, better to keep the wheels on the ground.

“Ro?”  He asked clearing his throat and Ro raised her eyebrows in question.  “Well have you?”  Ro blinked, a small smile spreading on her full lips.  Ray popped the chair, balancing precariously, having forgotten his promise to himself from just moments before.

“You don’t know?  I’ve been here two months now and you don’t know?”  She asked sitting up now, her grey eyes meeting Ray’s.  Abby turned and faced her.  Robbi’s eyes serious and her full lips in a gaunt line and slowly a smile began to spread over her features making her look years younger.

“Know what exactly?”  Neela probed in her demure English accent.

“I’m *****.”  Ro announced, causing Ray to flip the chair again.