Or maybe just by the fact that she seemed to be sleeping with everyone but me. Conversely, but simultaneously, I was forced to confront just how Debbi... must have felt – knowing that we'd only met in the first place because I'd slept with Carla, the project's initial backer, and then knowing that I'd gone on to sleep with Niusha and Kath. All of whom, with typical feminine logic, she considered to be vastly more intelligent, attractive and generally desirable than her. Which was, of course,. “I’ll never go in a kitchen with him again.”“He mentioned something about a graduation present that involves sharing his leg of lamb recipe with you,” Mark said.“He didn’t?” Victoria said licking her lips.“Yes. That’s one of his favorite dishes,” Mark said.“The leg of lamb, huh?” Victoria said biting her lower lip.“That’s right,” Mark said.“The one that tastes like a slice of heaven?” Victoria asked feeling tempted by the offer.“That’s the one,” Mark said.“He can write it down on a card and. Maybe he can bring his truck over and take your car over there at least for tonight. When that’s taken care of, I’ll drive you home.’ When they entered the house, Steve’s wife was there, looking concerned and putting her arms around Nancy and helping her to a chair between the fireplace, where a fire was flickering, and a lighted Christmas tree. It was clear that Steve had been assembling toys for young children hopefully abed and at least pretending to be asleep in anticipation of Christmas. In her bright green bikini and aviator glasses, she looked like a goddess. I wanted her. Badly.Evening was turning into night and everyone was returning from the beach. The sun had set and the full moon was on the rise. Our hotel was about 1 km from the beach entry point. The beach felt even more deserted now. I knew payal was behind us though I could not see her beyond the rocks we had just crossed.I did not want to be obvious that I was waiting for her. Yet there was a tinge of doubt. Last I.