She had a puzzled look on her face. I said, ” I wish Kavya had a mind of her own like you”. She smiled and was twirling her hair with her fingers....She then asked her,” How far did it go”. I said am still high and dry!We started sipping on the coffee for some time and there was this terrible silence. She got up and went to the kitchen for some water. She came back and sat closer to me on the sofa. I said that next time you should give more detailed instructions it isn’t a good feeling to be left. "Uh," he'd finally grunted in a displeased tone. Another pause. "Well, I suppose you'd better come in," he said, still unhappily. He told me where to go and I went, still keeping a weather eye out for anyone trailing me.When I got there they didn't keep me waiting; I was ushered right in. Brodine was there along with two other guys with whom he'd apparently been conferring, none of whom seemed thrilled to see me. I felt about as welcome as ants at a picnic. Brodine wanted details—especially on. It was at that moment that Marissa walked out on the deck alone and came over to us. She asked for a cigarette and I complied. Wayne, apparently confused about just who was playing wing man tonight, immediately left me alone and went back into the bar with the others. "Sounds like your friend just went through a pretty bad breakup, huh?" she asked. Again, I was a little enamored with her. Long, straight, almost jet black hair. Tanned skin and dark eyes. She was the kind of girl I used to dream. I know that I am a good-looking girl, and Maria is every bit as attractive as me, plus she tans so well. Oh my God, the picture of her, with some young kid, letting her teach him. My mind was going in circles."Carree? Can I ask you a question?" Maria asked at my doorway."Sure, and hey I'm sorry for being so hard on you. I wasn't trying to be judgmental. I love you and worry about you, especially now." I answered."Have you ever heard of a blanket party?" she asked looking at the floor."Yes, I.