So it was Darby who saw and sniggered as Jenny tottered from the block entrance to her car, taking three or four attempts to get it unlocked, and then...driving erratically away.Jenny drove home in a daze, attracting several angry honks of the horn for slow starts at traffic lights and poor lane-keeping. At last, she gained the refuge of her apartment, and only then did she strip off Marcella’s panties and all her other clothes, and took a long soak in a steaming hot bath. This soothed her. She said it was because she liked the rain, which I had no reason to doubt, but I think it was also because she had some kind of agenda I wasn’t privy to, at least not yet.“It will clear by tomorrow, Michael, and the Festival will resume. We’re used to this. This isn’t the first year we’ve been rained out on the first day, believe me.”Sofía, her childhood friend Javier and I were gathered in my room at Sra. Martínez’ house, seated around the coffee table on the comfortable sofa and end chairs.. "There were a lot of ways I could have taken that, so I decided to be an adult and not ignore the implications. Instead I smiled vaguely and changed the subject. Sure, I'd get married, and right now Eric was a prime candidate, but I'd always want to swing. It got in your blood.Terri, Renée and I had talked about it one day while riding. "We're all sluts," Terri said, "at least in the traditional sense. But I don't feel it's wrong." That's because I think there are different kinds of sluts,". But tonight, that concern was gone and both were looking forward to uninhibited contact. The servants were in the kitchen, the last of the party clutter had been cleared away efficiently. The only thing that could have marred the day never materialized. James had taken precautions, but they had not been necessary. Isabella had had a suitor prior to him and he had not taken it well when Isabella had rebuffed him. He was quite a bit older and something of a mystery in town. He had come to town 15.