I was still sexy by younger standards, and I knew it!As fate would have it, the first dance that Nate and I attended after thework had been done, happ...ned to happen on the night of my birthday. Thatnight I happened to wear a very low cut blue gown that really showed offmy new body.When my friends first saw me that evening, they were shocked. Soon afterthe shock had passed, they made a joke about the fact that my renovationsseemed to be going well. They were right about that, so I didn't mind. I was interrupted by an incoming message from her: "Were they after you? Are you all right?"I finished typing my message: "Who are you?" There was a pause. "I am the same Io you've known for months. I am your friend. I'm sorry to break protocol and text you on the phone." Me: "I'll repeat: WHO ARE YOU? Why do you have my phone number?" Her: "I am Io. There's no other name to use. I got your phone number when you signed into this chat room from your phone – as you did tonight – that was several. The house, typical for the Vieux Carre’, belonged to a friend of theirs, who was out of the country for several months, and he was house-sitting. The courtyard was not very large, and the combination of the humid night air and the leaves of the tree and hanging plants compressed the space even more. He led her over to the fountain in the corner, the slow rhythm of the dripping water relaxing her. Sitting her down on the edge of the fountain, he stood behind her, lightly rubbing her shoulders. Her makeup made her look a little more pale than usual, with the exception of bright red lipstick. I grinned as she pointed to the halo on her head.“I’m such a sweet, innocent angel!” She giggled.“You are the sexiest, most naughty angel I know!” I laughed as I walked towards her.“Awe, you say the sweetest things!” She replied embracing me as my hands gripped her ass cheeks.“Where’s your friend at?” I asked.“Right here!” Chrissy said. Jennifer and I both turned around to see Chrissy standing in.