"Just... what is this... little get-together all about, Priscilla?"Surprising Desirée, the stunning girl lightly laughed, then charmingly arose...to her feet. "Later, Darling. Now, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. Would you mind?"Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Desirée gained her feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining. It was too much. Cynthia never ate that amount in a day let alone in one meal. "You've given me a lot. Why don't you take some off of my plate and onto yours?" Just eat what you can. Maybe I'll have the rest later. I've got enough for me now."Cynthia held a crisp rasher of bacon and nibbled on it. She hadn't eaten since breakfast two days ago. Fear had taken her appetite away from her. Fear of being killed by a crazed man. Or worse yet, fear of the unknown. She nibbled on the strip of meat,. A somewhat thin tan line was visible around her neck going down toward her breasts as if she had been wearing a bikini top when getting her tan."Sorry" I mumbled, staring at the wall, not daring to take another glance or even to look her in the eye."It's okay," she said with a giggle. "I like the attention." She stood up from the couch and stood just in front of me. The outlines of her 6 pack were visible just inches from my face. I took another sip of my wine. I leaned forward and began. “Oh, my God, Lindie,” I told her as I separated our lips and looked into those eyes I had missed for all of those years. “How I have missed you. How I have missed growing up with you. How I have missed being your friend. How I have missed you ... everything.”Lindie nestled her head on my shoulder and whispered to me, “I’ve missed you more!”I started to counter her statement and bent back a little causing her to lift her face and look into my eyes so I could tell her that was impossible to have.