The alcohol had worn off and she felt lousy despite the way her body was still humming from the best sex she’d ever had. She was lying beside him, ...wearing silently. Michael was Lisa’s man — that was an inescapable fact. Lisa might not be here any more, but Ellie still felt loyalty to her friend and sleeping with her man wasn’t right. No, she had to forget about Michael. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was her only option. She thumped the cushions with frustration. How could she have been. "I better go take a bath after that. You got me hotter than I want to be with no man around." Aren't you taking more than that, Anders? You got a lot more room in there." Food for a meal or two in the cooler, a change of clothes before the party tonight, a mattress if things go right, room for a couple passengers. What else could I use?" came the deep voice."I dunno, maybe you're right," said Joey.They got to the beach at nine in the morning, in time for Maxine and Violet to see them climb out. My fucking boss and my fucking job, my fucking ex with his perfect fucking wife, the endless fucking holes in my fucking life. Thud. Thud. Thud. I stood in lonely silence, but the noise inside my head was deafening and relentless. I pulled my sodden top over my head. Sweat cooled on my skin and fell in droplets from my matted hair. My breaths were slowing, but my chest kept rising and my heart rate galloping. After thirty-odd games I was still no calmer, tension dug into my shoulders and an. Hunley and I both admire your work greatly.” -- MARIA II The luxury sedan came promptly as Ms. Shields said it would. And after a whirlwind of washing up, dressing and makeup activity, Maria Laney had somehow found herself in the car without a single, concise memory of how it all happened. Maria stole a glance here and there at her riding companion. Shields was impeccably dressed, donned in sharp business attire anchored by a form fitting skirt. Cream colored pantyhose desperately held back.