He looks back at her, he has a wry grin on his face," Yes I am, and I'll know it'll come true in a few moments." he takes a seat at the fountain, and ...he follows suit, and Heather still standing watching them both in silence.Elena cocks her head in curiosity," Why do you say that?" Well, while you were sleeping last nightI got to thinking, about way back then, when we met, that first dance. the break up, the make up, the way we were in and out of our lives, the way people look at us, good, and. Not with kids here."Again, this was part of the set up. I told them Sarah hated being left out, and was always curious. She also was at the perfect age where she didn't feel like any part of life should be withheld from her on account of her age. She liked to challenge boundaries."What the fuck, what are you guys talking about?" Sarah exclaimed predictably."Language Sarah." Sorry dad. But I've been hanging out with you guys all day and even having beers. Suddenly I'm not allowed to go somewhere. But in those moment where some clarity settled on me, in those moments I bypassed morality or jealousy or dignity completely -- no time for that -- instead, in my moments of clarity I found myself calculating...calculating...calculating. How many ounces per still. How much per day. How many men? How many days? When would the first one just stop drinking? When would he die? When would ten die? What would be the ration then?And in this loop of calculations, every since gram of fluid in the. There were four bottles of Dom Perignon along with four bottles of Joh. Jos. Prüm Riesling (white wine) in ice buckets.The table was set with my fine china and champagne flutes. The area for reading was set up with three sectionals in a u - shape. There were four matching pillows for each sectional.I went upstairs to get ready. Taking a nice warm shower, my thoughts drifted to what was to come. Feeling my nipples getting hard, I resisted the temptation to suck on them. Instead, I hurried.