Sara was older than Fran and I, I guessed her to be 32 or so, but sheretained a youthful look which made her look around the same age as us.She was a ...ittle smaller than Fran (although still taller than me!) andshe was definitely a bit more feminine than her, shown tonight by thefact that she was wearing a shortish black dress and heels. Her blackhair fell softly to her shoulders, and as always her nails were perfectlymanicured. Fran had told me that her ex-husband was quite wealthy, andthere. This quelled my thirst for a while till this eventful night. I had a holiday party with all the big wigs at work and amongst the drinks and other party favors, I got the sudden urge to call her up. I texted her asking if she was available without knowing if it was still her number and was delighted when she replied to my text saying yes. I made up a bullshit excuse at the party and ran out like a bat out of hell. I texted her asking where she was and smiled when she told me same place as. I let Eric and Trent move out ahead of me as I slowed to a more sedate speed, trying to find a balance between my need for aerobic exercise and my efforts to keep from breathing too deeply. By the time I finished my second lap, I was down to practically a walk, and the rest of the team had lapped me at least once. Weasel, Eric, Jorge, and Anthony had passed me twice. Eric slapped my back each time he passed me by, almost like he was telling me that my betters were gliding on past, as if I. Nina was smaller than Des, but not extremely so. It was as much a matter of her petite build and rather short stature that made her seem as tiny as anything else. The younger sister had a very Mediterranean, olive complexion, as well as heterochromic eyes, the only trait that she shared with Des. Her hair was long, wavy, and chestnut brown. The women in Des's family never could bring themselves to cut their hair, or so it seemed. If Des had more of her Irish mother to her, Nina was definitely.