In observance of an old and quaint lesbian ritual, Alexia Riley invited a bunch of her friends over for a party where they all got naked, compared navels and sailor tattoos; talked about professional women's golf, drank rotgut, spit in coffee cans and smoked everything from cheap cigarillos to expensive cigars. As gatherings go, it was really quite something else. Too bad you couldn't have been there, because the stories women tell when men aren't around are usually at the man's expense. You think it's your brio, bank accounts and stout cocks that keeps them quenched and satisfied? Think again. Oh, the things you learn. And some things are better left unknown.