Beth stood against the bar still trying to compose herself despite the highly charged sexual tension that seemed to hover around her.  Her breasts still felt a bit achey but not as sensitive,<em>"Thank God" </em>she thought to herself as she waved a trembling hand at the bartender...atleast she thought she had....but upon second glance she wasn't so sure as he seemed to fade in and out- solid one second and then not the next?<br/><br/><em>"Hell"</em>she thought-<em>"I definately need a stiff drink"</em><br/><br/>"Excuse me, a shot of Grey Goose- if you have it-please?"<br/><br/><br/>