I had just turned 20 years old. It was just my stepfather, his friend and I at home for the day. They were outside talking and I was ready to go in th... pool with my new bikini. I walked outside and they stopped talking and just stared. I smiled at them and they resumed their conversation. So then I jumped in the pool and when I came up, I noticed that my top had fallen down. They both just stared at my 36C chest for the entire three seconds they were exposed. I quickly retied my top on and they. I had my eyes closed when she kissed my lips lightly. Then I noticed even her hair felt different. She reached over and turned on the light on her night stand side. That was when I realized why everything seemed different to me…I realized I had forgotten about Diana using our bedroom. Of course I had just fucked Diana…She looked at me and I started apologizing; telling her I had forgotten she was staying in our room and that I really had thought she was my sweet wife.Diana smiled and I asked. It was almost a monotone, devoid of all vestiges of emotion."They're taking us home today, baby..." Helen moved behind Charlotte, laying a hand on her shoulder. Charlotte didn't even react, maintaining her gaze out the window.I stood there, feeling out of place, almost like a total outsider. Charlotte's behavior seemed so very wrong, so bizarre, especially after that passionate kiss that she had shared with me the previous night."Charlotte? Why are you crying?" Helen asked, looking at her. His name was Neil. Typical of the Spanish, he had large brown eyes and perfect white teeth. Chris' grimace faded to a slow growing smile. These men looked undemanding and well-dressed; there was no reason for her to feel like a cheap date. Whatever happened would be worth it, wouldn't it? After tonight, she could forget about paying the rent, forget about having to find a job; and for all that she'd do anything."Let me get you a drink," Jose offered, heading for the kitchenette to pour two.