Are you people crazy?

As Romeo mauled Bob's penis, another person entered the door and froze. A well-appointed woman wearing blond fur, she looked as if she had stepped off the tarmac in St. Tropez and fallen into a Peoria whorehouse on a Saturday night.

'What the fuck is going on!" she screamed in a an East Coast accent that, despite the profanity, was as cultured as her pearls. Her shout had cowed Romeo who slunk away from Bob's bloody penis. Bob slid to the floor beside the porcelain toilet and began to moan. Romeo had found his place beside his mistriss, who was now beginning to stand and find some decorum.

Luis, who had been out for the duration of the blind woman's stay, began to moan in counterpoint to Bob.

The woman had not seen the entirety of the scene; her shout had been elicited by the sight of the towering blond woman whose pussy peeked out from between her fingers. As her senses fully took in the the sights, sounds and smells of the bathroom. She came to a conclusion:

"Oh, my God! You people are sick!"

Lucy's lover, who had just professed his lack of love for her, was upon the older woman.

"Let go of me!" the woman screamed. "Let --"

Lucy's lover kissed the woman hard on the mouth. As if in some Doris Day movie, the woman struggled with a muffled scream ... and sank into the kiss with a blissful sigh. She looked every day of 62 going on 16. Her hands wrapped around his naked back and caressed his firm buttocks. The juxtaposition was primal - naked, swarthy man wrapped around a fully clothed older woman, locked in a kiss to the death.

Lucy looked on and shook her head.

'There must be something in the water," she thought and began to look for some way to become fully clothed and far away.

As she began to rummage, Luis found her and grabbed her arm.

"That was not very nice," he said.