I sipped from the glass of champagne with my legs still stretched out along the settee, one of the men perched on the edge of the settee while two bro...ght up and the other proffered the plates we indicated and sampled the range of delicacies ranging from little sandwiches containing smoked salmon with cream cheese, wafer thin roast beef with English Mustard and the like. There were tiny meringues split with slices of strawberry and cream between two halves, little brandy and chocolate cakes –. Camden is tall, average build, and well aware of Taylor and her assets. They have been good friends for years. Never seemed to be more than friends, and that never seemed to even come up in either of their minds. Both comfortable with where they stood, and seemingly unaware it could be any different.One afternoon, Taylor is swimming in her families backyard enclosed pool. The pool is good sized, roughly 5 feet deep, and completely surrounded by a strong wood fence. With a good sized deck patio,. Bizarre. In 1952, nine out of ten doctors recommended smoking Camels. As to English, well, there were rules, sure, but the twelve tenses weren’t even taught in composition class now. Present, past, and future were all that were needed and we were being taught to use active voice instead of passive. Everything else was about how well you could manipulate the language and when to ignore the rules completely. “I before e except after c or when your foreign neighbor Keith leisurely receives eight. ” admitted Nick. Then, he looked past Pilar and added. “There she is. Kiki!”Kiki came striding over. “What’s up?”Pilar looked her up and down. “Do you have any dance training?”“Ballet until I was fifteen, a few zumba classes at the gym, and some other stuff. Why?” Kiki smiled.“There’s some choreography in the show for you that Jazz sprung on me at the last minute. Do you think we can go over it?” Pilar asked.“Sure. What does it involve?” Kiki asked.Pilar showed her - two quick spins and some.