Other than that, dinner had been as normal as possible. She'd grown used to having nearly every single person they passed, male or female, do a double take at her hard nipples beneath the tight white dress, before shifting their gaze to take in Beth's equally blatant display.

Beth had begun ordering drinks for them as they waited for their table. Ron was relegated to regular iced tea, for having him drunk was really not all that important to her plan. It was Pam that needed a buzz, and Beth made sure to get them something deceptively strong, like a Hurricane or Long Island Iced Tea. By the time they...