Then another drink and the conversation got round to how boring the party was, how silly the people were and how there was a great party not ten miles...down the road, at the Barrington-Thomas's.Helen giggled, "Not that big old rambling house on the Tuxford road," they smiled at each other then back at the slightly drunk very attractive woman and said, "That's the one."She carried on giggling, "Wouldn't it be awful of me to go there," they started to goad her, "How awful do we feel, it will be. I just jotted that down so I wouldn't forget to check on it."He was a little buzzed from the beer, so he figured he would check on it now so he could get rid of the post-it entirely. In his bedroom, he opened his laptop. The search results were not promising. Evidently, the product was one that a company called Adam and Eve used to carry, but no longer did."That's a damned shame," Gilbert said softly."What's a damned shame?" Tiffany asked. She was standing in the doorway to his bedroom, with. She hurriedly partook as much as she could, kissed him goodbye and fled.Bryan stood steadfast at the door watching her drive much too quickly down the driveway toward the highway. Sighing he sent her a text message reminding her that he loved her.Moments later he received one in return: "I love u!" it read.Sighing, feeling a little bit deflated as he always did when she wasn't there, he began to busy himself with the thoughts of the day. He had a lot to do, lot of stuff to put away, and a lot. "Diane's mom passed the plate around, starting with Susan, and each of us took a couple of them. Susan was right, they weren't as sweet as we were used to - definitely not sugary-sweet - but they were still good, and made for a nice dessert after the meal we'd just had.After we'd finished our rice cakes, Diane's dad asked if anyone wanted to watch a video he'd rented - a comedy that had just been released. None of us had seen it, so we all agreed.After it was over, Mom and Dad got up, saying.