I went in, showered & changed into a white sun dress with a white nothing underneath. I set the table for four, rolled up the rest of the weed, poured...myself a glass of wine & lit up a joint. By the time they returned I was on my second glass of wine. They had got some chicken breasts to grill & brought me lettuce, tomatoes & cucumbers to make a salad. They had brought a case of cold beer, which I served them when they needed one. I showed them where the weed was. After dinner we went inside to. It had started as empty suggestion although Rachel often fantasized about the things they discussed. She had been raised a good girl but as she explored the wicked ways of the internet she knew she had discovered an inner sexual being that was far removed from her 10 year marriage. She had found in Scott a bird of the same feather. He was 37 years old and just wasn’t satisfied by the same old position with his wife. He did love her dearly and never imagined doing anything to jeopardize his. It had that slept-on-wet look; that or she'd done a dog and hung her head out the window for the entire flight. She was wearing the exact same worn grey sweatshirt as the last time I'd seen her, or else she had a closetful of the damn things.She was sitting at the table in the open area of the kitchen, head drooped in a posture I knew to avoid. There was a coffee mug and a plate of toast on the table before her. She seemed to be studying the two items."It's like at a wedding reception: you. Once she arrived, and our group was alone in the room, Alistair walked us over to the middle of the room before clearing his throat. Everyone stopped chatting to look at him expectantly."I know that you all know how I feel about Sierra," he began, putting his hand up to stop anyone from commenting, "and no, Oghren, I am not going to discuss what I do with her legs, so just drop it now," I choked, wondering when they'd had that discussion, "and I tell Sierra all the time how much I love her..