I said it was no problem and I was just boredbefore she came anyway.I couldn't help but keep looking at her lovely boobs through her jumperand her leg... were making me really excited too. I was desperate to touchher shapely calves, but that was the stuff of fantasy, so I continued topolitely nod and chat as I drank with her and imagined doing filthythings with that body.After a couple of hours we were both the worse for wear as we'd drunkanother bottle I already had in. She'd drunk more than me. I even saw her get up and dance a couple of times something else she never does. I stopped back by to check on her and she was feeling no pain and talking away, did not even notice I was there she was too busy talking to the guys setting with her. She was laughing and seemed to really be enjoying herself.The party was really crowded and I noticed Wendy was not at the table. As I walked around looking for her and saw her dancing with a guy I had not seen before. He was holding her very close and. As soon as my waking mind became conscious I turned in my bed, alerted only by the sound of wind chimes clanging and wind howling cold outside my door.The small spark of life that had once drawn me out from the covers has grown frail and dim in the aftermath of us. No life springs in me, no joy. I lay here in this mess of sheets. The same ones that only a week ago we tangled with our bodies in a reckless and repeated indulgence of hot flesh.Flashes still return to me. These silent drab walls. The brightillumination making her skin feel even hotter, as if that werepossible. Mike gave the signal and Bobbie started to run through thepose reel that Faye taught her, careful to not get too wet from themelting snow.The shutter on Mike's camera opened and closed with the rapidity of amachine gun. It was over almost before it began. The light in her eyescombined with the snow was blinding. Bobbie just moved her body,keeping the vague bloblike shape she thought was Mike.