His reply was very detailed."You are to be at 222 Oak Street at exactly 8PM tomorrow night. Do not be early. Do not be late. If you fail to show, do n...t contact me again. You will wear stockings and a garter belt, no pantyhose. Your heels should be at least four inches in height, higher would be better. You will wear a simple dress with no underwear. Please make sure that your make up is not overdone and that your hair is neat and clean. Expect to stay the night, unless you are rejected as. Bye” she said, ringing off.And so as Mike talked to Patrik on the phone, the picnic took shape, Lauren making sandwiches while her mother packed some soft drinks into a small hamper. It contained all the plates and cutlery they needed, along with cups and a big tablecloth. Lauren had used it many times, even on her own, when wandering up in the mountains during the hot summers.Nikki arrived with her carrier bag containing the wine and a blanket, and the three set off up the hill to wait for. Can we just ... forget it? I trust you, alright? I mean, you were actually going to let Rebecca go cause she played the damsel in distress for just a second.”He frowned. “Is that why you saved me?”“I was on the fence about it, when watching you two fight.” She lightly dragged her claws up and down his arm. “But, seeing you stop fighting just cause ... yeah. You’re too damn soft, Julias.” To his surprise, she buried her face in his shoulder, and hugged his arm against her.He could hardly believe. I carried Stephanie on my shoulder and struggled to my residence. The cab was already gone.When I dropped the unconscious Stephanie into my bed I was already exhausted. I didn't know what to do. I put a finger below her nostril. Stephanie was breathing normally. I put a finger on her neck. Her pulse was normal. I had a feeling she drank the wrong drink, one with some alcohol. I pulled the blanket over her and sat in my chair watching her trying to decide what to do. I couldn't come up with.