Drinks

As Adam left, the laides ordered drinks; a gin an tonic for Gogo, identical martinis for the twins, and a soda for Flora, who wasn't old enough to drink **** yet, especially with her mother watching. As their drinks arrived, Gogo giggled.

"Wasn't that the most bizarre thing you ever saw?"

The other three women looked confused. "What makes you say that?" Flora asked.

"Well," Gogo replied. "Adam is obviously the ultimate advertisement for heterosexuality, and that woman he went over to talk to is the ultimate advertisement for lesbianism. I mean, if a woman that beautiful came on to me, I'm not sure I'd say no."

Flora was about to comment that the same could be said for Gogo herself, but was cut off by her aunt. "But what makes you think she's a lesbian, dear?"

Gogo took a sip of her drink, and then explained her logic. "The office is pretty gossipy, and Adam is a favorite topic of conversation; I knew about his affair with Ms. Redstone..."

"Who?" Flora interjected.

"Linda, dear, Adam's boss," Gina said. "Go on Gogo."

"Well, as I was saying, I knew about his affair with Ms. Redstone within hours of taking the job," Gogo continued. "If he'd been sleeping with another co-worker, I'd know about it, so he isn't sleeping with her. Since there's no way a too-male would be able to work with someone like that and NOT be bedding her, and since he isn't she must be a lesbian."

There was a brief pause, as the three Adam-veterans absorbed this argument. Then Flora burst out laughing. Gina glared at her ineffectively at this rudeness, then got up, grabbed her daughter by the arm, and pulled her away for a private talking-to. Gogo looked confused, and Heather took pity on her.

"That's an excellent bit of reasoning Gogo, but it's not correct. You see, she doesn't work with Adam, and he is sleeping with her. Her name's Mary..."

"The prostitute?" Gogo interjected.

"Yes dear, although she prefers 'call girl'. As for why Adam said what he did...I can't say for certain, not being Adam but I suspect it was because he felt guilty about shoehorning you into our planned evening, and didn't want to derail it further."

"Oh," said Gogo. "How thoughtful!"

Heather agreed. "He is, isn't he?"

At that point, Gina returned to the table, followed by a chastened Flora. "So sorry about that," Gina said. "It won't happen again, will it, Flora?"

"No, mom," her daughter replied.

"Very good," Gina said. "Now Gogo, we've been talking about our sexcapades with Adam all evening, but you haven't talked about yours. What was being fucked by Adam like?"

Gogo blushed a little. "Surely you would know better than I do."

"We know what it's like for us, Dear," Gina said. "But unlike most men, Adam realizes that every woman is different, and need different things to gain the most pleasure. And he's very good at finding out what those things are. Now, spill!"

Still somewhat bashful, Gogo did so, in great detail, prompting the other three women to recall their earliest experiences with the pleasure only a too-male could provide.