"Carrie shook her head and laughed, "When are you two going to grow up?" Never!" they chorused.Carrie continued to shake her head at the pair as they ...rinned at her. "Well I'm going to sit here and read one of your mother's bodice rippers. You two just carry on playing and stay out of trouble."The two boys nodded and settled back to their game, Carrie picked up the top book off the stack of Mills and Boon epics that lived on the side table and tried to relax. After all, it was only for a couple. One Saturday evening after we had closed up, Lucy and Steve collared meand talked me into having a drink before we left the bar."Hey Sarah why don't you come out with us," Steve asked flicking ash fromhis cigarette into the large crystal ashtray."Nah. I'm really not up for it. I wanna study tomorrow for an exam Ihave on Monday," I replied."Oh fuck me Sarah! You're acing your grades and you're top of yourclass. You're the only one of us girls who won't have to give professorBiderman a. I told her I was free that friday night and that we should meet at a place closer to her. She said that there was a nice micro brewery in VA we could go to that was quite and cozy. I took the short drive(25 min) to the meeting place. I arrive a bit late but as soon as I walk in the door she gives me a big hug pressing her breasts up against me. She didn't look her age at all as she could have been in her mid to late 30s. She didn't put a lot of make-up on nor did she have her hair all fancy for. I had just moved to Buttercookie Beach after my life in Phoenix exploded, part of which included inheriting a house in the American owned resort town of Buttercookie Beach in Greece, about a hundred miles south of Santorini with not much in between. I met Casey at the only tavern that remained open for the slow season, and found her candor both playful and refreshingly honest. Everything about Casey was refreshing: The way her hair smelled, the way her face lit up when she laughed, and the way.