5.25 am
The introductions were made and conversations began in earnest, the women gauging each other and trying to find the men who would complement their strengths and weaknesses the best. As for the men, they were on the prowl, trying to find which woman best filled out her top. They soon gathered around Sherrie when Scott realized she'd foregone wearing a bra.
"I didn't know women like that existed off the telly," Lorna told Cindi.
"It's gross if you ask me. With her tits, you'd think she'd need the extra support."
"She does need it," Carmen snapped. "And is it me or weren't we all given sports bras?"
"Yes we were," Cheryl agreed, "but it seems our torch singer is more comfortable with that particular aspect of her sexuality."
"The slut aspect?"
"Isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Truth can be harsh."
"Well, someone needs to tell those men that they won't all be able to team up with Tits."
Lorna laughed at that and Cindi sat down next to her on the couch.
"How the hell did you end up here?"
"I think I filled out a form on the Internet," Lorna said. "Didn't you?"
"I mean in the States."
"Oh, that. Well, when father divorced mother, he came here to work on a case and met the new wife and stayed here. When the time came for me to choose my law school, he challenged me to come to Harvard. I love challenges. And then, I fell in love with New York City."
"Cool."
"I do enjoy your tattoos. Are they dreadfully painful?"
"No, not really. Not when you get used to them."
"I agree. I'm going to get another one," Carmen agreed. "I just don't know where."
"I don't like tattoos half as much as I enjoy piercings," Cheryl whispered.
"Piercings? Where?" Lorna asked, eyes wide.
"All over…" the sexologist said, her eyes skimming to her very own crotch.
"You don't say…"
"Oh yes… quite pleasurable…"
"Ladies, gentlemen," Michael finally announced, "your fifteen minutes are up."