"Well… what I asked you is, when are you guys putting in your pool? Last night, you said you were going to…"

"Oh, not until next summer, probably," Karen quickly replied, ashamed of her momentary lapse. "I really didn't intend to get carried off like that…"

"Oh, for God's sake, think nothing of it, baby. I get that way once in awhile, too. But listen, why don't you and Steve come over Friday night for a pool party. We'll have cocktails, steaks, and…" she leaned forward, covering Karen's hand with her own, "some exciting movies to stimulate the sensual blood-flow. Don just sold this estate to a real big-time operator who handles the distribution of stag movies. God, hon, they're wild… all the way… everything you can imagine with beautiful gals and handsome males! Sound like something…?"

"I ah… well, I'll tell Steve tonight when he comes home," Karen huskily responded, her own blood pounding through her at the thought. "I-I have to go by his schedule, you know…"

"Of course you do, baby," the enravishing brunette smiled, getting to her feet. "Now, I better run and let you do your thing. Sorry you can't go shopping with me…"

"Another time, Barbara… Tonight looks like a big night for the Smiths," Karen said, the urge to imply something sensual to her friend almost overwhelming her.

"Ahhhh… and I can see it in your luscious eyes, you blonde beauty! Okay, I'm off and running. Let me know about Friday, eh hon? And… and you might even give me a run-down on the big go tonight! I love to hear about other people's private sex-lives!"

Karen laughed. She followed her neighbor to the door and saw her out. At the same time, she looked for Satyr, but he wasn't to be seen. The devil had wandered off again. There was his bone, but he was nowhere in sight. Damn him…

"Bye, Karen."

"Bye, Barb… see you later."

The raven-haired girl smiled and waved, then she was gone… like Satyr…!