And I’m truly sorry for what I did and the distress I caused those good folks on West White Street.’ ‘I’m sure things will work out for you i... you’re sincere,’ said Crystal, who was spared the need to elaborate by the return of Judy and Tomiko who’d already smoked rather more than their fair share while in the lavatory. But Tomiko once again demonstrated her fantastical ability to roll the perfect joint, however stoned she was. ‘Hey guys,’ said Tomiko in a voice whose poshness was well above. She was so full of herself, so arrogant! When the maid had not ironed the dress she wanted to wear to her liking, she had grabbed the iron to hurl it at the young girl. The iron had opened, and the hot coals had dropped on her, igniting the wax paper collar which had been a fashionable accessory at the time.The burning collar left her cheek covered with scar tissue. The scars were not bright red anymore, but they were all Alana could see when she gazed into the mirror plate. She turned away and. Over the course of a minute or two, his hand slowly made its way up her leg in fits and starts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife try to hide the smile teasing at her lips.Suddenly Stacy shifted, curling up once more, pulling away from her husband. Not sure what his wife was playing at, Jared tried to concentrate on the movie.During the next commercial break, Jared stared openly at Stacy. She ignored him, apparently unaware of his scrutiny. It was only when the film travesty resumed. "Fishing again." She rolled to his side of the bed, savoring the scent left on his pillow.She hated fishing season. Hell, it had gotten to the point that she hated fish all together. Sex between them was almost non-existent from June to August, and weekends were horrible. He brought his fishing gear to work with him and spent hours each evening standing hip deep in Ship Creek casting over and over. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past..