Yes, I knew exactly how I looked. I settled down in the back of the cab and stretched out my freshly-shaven legs. I gazed down to the tiny, black stra...s of my sexy little shoes, which pulled against my calves and accentuated their texture and shape. Continuing past the discarded cab cards, sweet wrappers and fragments of magazines that strewed the floor like confetti, my eyes caught Gareth's, looking longingly along the lines of my legs toward the teasing slip of black fabric that stretched. “Get a good look there did you?” she asked.“Not as good as I would like I can tell you that!” he retorted cheekily“I bet!” she said raising her eyebrows quizzically.“Like I said before, no one would find out if you wanted to...” He offered.“ I told you, you shouldn't think of me like that” Anna replied.“But I know you are tempted, you wouldn't be here if you weren't considering it. Would you?” He pressed, then without waiting for a response leaned in and kissed her, cupping her breast in his. As Maggie was an alluring physical symmetry of plush curves and warm promise, George’s handsomeness was by comparison, and defeating the genetic advantages he shared with his sister, all lanky straight edges and points and corners; with the lean, rawboned strength of corded steel or re-bar and murderously dark half-moons underscoring a starved, vacant countenance, his features were largely honed sharp by hard drink, lost sleep, and an often black moodiness that lent him the irresistibly. Just close friends. Elaine and Susan were there, and of course Elizabeth and her new husband, James. Maggie was standing next to them with Valerie and her husband, while her husband and Ken were standing at the far end of the room, in front of the expansive balcony.Stan had got the idea from a story he'd read, once. An extended relationship was celebrated by the traditional giving and receiving of rings, but with a twist — each partner got three rings, which interlocked.He'd ignored the pagan.