Her face was gentle, benevolent I could almost say, just a hint of regal. Her figure was obviously curvy, even at a glance. What my good friend Danny,...who I'd never see again, would call thick as fuck. Her eyes a piercing shade of near emerald green, too. As the wine really started to take hold, it got me surprisingly relaxed, and without a word, Aliliana stood up, then shucked off her clothes almost in one go. My breath caught in my throat. I hadn't actually had any expectations. She made me. No boyfriend yet," she said with a grin. "I never really wanted one." Really?" I narrowed my eyes because I wasn't sure what that meant. She was very pretty, even standing there without any makeup or nice clothes or whatever. Angie could get a boyfriend in two seconds if she wanted, probably even faster than that."Really," she smiled back at me, placing a plate with two bagels on the table. "How about you?" Me? Uh, no. I don't have a boyfriend or anything," I replied, watching as Angie spread. My mom was a housewife. I did well in school and graduated as Salutatorian.”“Not Valedictorian? I’m shocked,” she said with an impish grin.“You wouldn’t be if you had ever met my good friend, Harrison Bell. He went to Harvard, just like his father. I went to Princeton, but only because they gave me a half scholarship. I went to Fordham Law and worked for the Manhattan DA’s office for three years before opening my own office here in Nassau County. I’m 33, single—never been married—and I. Jon had returned a little earlier in the afternoon with an ecstatic Claire who had been showing everyone her first ever Passport. They had spent a lovely time over at Hot Springs, shopping and having lunch while they had waited. That was the main reason that Claire had been so happy, she had been able to act like a couple with Jon while they had been out. The intimacy of just holding hands as they walked and had his complete attention had been more than she could have wished for. He had been.