Time finally caught up with me, or me with it, and things started making sense again."Quiet, Bad Girl. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with ...ou." Okay, you can talk now." I said to the person on the other end of the phone.It was Linda. You'd think her feelings would be hurt, except that it is impossible to do with her when it comes to me.(If you haven't read chapter 1, please take a quick look at it, especially the last page or two, to understand who the people are, and the context.. I guess that final count was one hundred twenty eight, not including the wedding party. The bride's guests were on one side, and the groom's on the other. There was a pastry table, live band and a huge dance floor.I sat at a table with Deb, our friend Jane and four other women, all friends of Deb. All of us were in our late thirties or early forties and divorced. Later in the night Krista jokingly called it the cougar table. We sat and watched all of the rigmarole that goes with a wedding. What's he doing rattling around out in my kitchen? What's he up too? She thought. Is he cooking breakfast? She wondered, laughing at the absurd idea that a world-renowned Surgeon like Jordan Mackenzie would be fixing her breakfast.Slipping into her bathrobe and slippers, she padded her way out into the kitchen. There he was near the stove wearing of all things—one of her colorful aprons."Good morning!" she laughed. "I just had to get up and come out to see what you're doing." Good Morning, mi. "What's the time?" Time we were up and showered for breakfast. We're both covered in my dried cum and it's stuck us together. I hope you haven't forgotten that we've got the bridge tournament today, I'm really looking forward to it and I'd like to do well in it. We need to discuss our bidding system and practice some bidding this morning. Do you want the bathroom first or second or we should share it?" After all this we might as well share - there's not many secrets left between us now." Mom.