Willa's back arched. Her skin was sun-kissed red, not the paler rose of a daughter of a merchant or a courtesan of the cities. She had the deep tan of...a fisherwife. She worked in the sun, letting it kiss her skin. Out on the bay, we were in our own world, dreaming of a mermaid.Her juices coated my fingers as I rubbed against her. My other hand kneaded her perky tit. She wasn't full-breasted, but still lovely. I pinched her nipple and sent a shudder through my wife. Her moans grew sweater.I. I decide I neededsomething other than wine to drink, so I went to get a club soda from thebar. As I made my way over, I heard a voice I was very familiar withbehind a partition. "Alexa told me you have been a bitch to her allweek. What is your problem?" I heard Jenny say. I heard Monica try anddeny everything, but Jenny wasn't taking it. "You are so full of shitMonica. If I ever hear you say another disparaging thing to Lex againyou will wish you had never been born." I heard Monica. Don't write it down. 5 Alabaster Circle. You will join us there this Friday evening at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Come dressed as you would if you were going to church. Do not tell anyone where you are going." What?" Mona was completely confused."Seven o'clock, 5 Alabaster Circle. We are having a small party and you will be our guest. Remember what the security guard told you?" Yes," she uttered. The phone line went dead."Who was that, honey?" asked her husband."The... uh... the women's Bible study group. She rolled the box near the mat with the cockroaches and fetched some fruits from her backpack. This time she took the apple pieces, drawing a line from the mat to the box with the apples, leaving a little wet trace of apple juice on the ground. Finally, she put the apple pieces down inside the box after she had lifted the top segment off, but put it back on to keep the inside of the box dark. Her little trap was set, now she just had to wait, in the mean time she continued throwing old balls.