She looked worried. "There's a phone call for you." Who could be calling me? I just talked with the girls," I thought. "No one else knows I'm here. "I...followed Pricilla back down the massive staircase. She picked up the handset lying next to the phone on the table in the entryway."Hello. This is Michael Wagner," I said into the receiver."Please hold for the President's Chief Counsel, Mr. Wagner," the female voice told me.There was a brief pause then a voice that I recognized from television. "You're welcome," I said, loud enough for her to turn in surprise. She smiled and continued toward the front door. I walked around the car and opened the driver's door."Sammy?" I heard her call to me and looked over the car to see what she wanted."Maybe we can... you know... ?"Clips of Cindy in every possible situation played in my mind. I pictured her in the ice cream shop, talking quietly, in my room, fucking me in my bed, mistaking me for someone named Otto, distracting Josh, in the cottage,. "Can I help you, Sir?" The hostess inquired."Yes, the name is Chegwidden." AJ replied.Jules noticed a look pass between AJ and the hostess and wondered at it. She didn't have time to ponder this too deeply because they were being escorted to a beautiful and secluded booth. The hostess left them and Jules breathed in awe, "AJ, the flowers are beautiful."AJ watched her lightly trace the lily blooms floating in the crystal bowl. "I'm glad you like them, Darlin'."Jules smiled and said, "I love all. The music was loud, but there were some quieter, darker corners for the couples (though my parents made sure they patrolled those areas frequently). Drinks were spilled, chips and dips were consumed in huge quantities, and everybody seemed to be having a very good time.At one point during the height of the party, Eric came over to me."How's it going, Sean? Another year older, huh?" he said."Yeah, the time's really flying now," I replied. "One day, you're a fifteen-year-old punk. The next thing.