The kiss ended and she said, "I'm sure."He simply nodded and left her alone as he walked towards his own vehicle.The drive home was uneventful, but as...she neared her house, she began toget more nervous. She hoped her husband would not be able to tell whathad happened last night. She parked her car and walked into the house.He gave her a kiss as he was downstairs getting ready for work. He askedabout her night and she just said she was really tired and needed to getsome sleep. This was not. She had this dark hair and this beautiful olive skin that drove boys crazy when they were in high school together. Kristy had met Sara after her family had moved into the house next door. They'd been sleepover besties and linked at the hip all throughout high school. Sara was dressed in a pair of small, dark-blue drawstring pajama shorts and a tiny, white midriff-baring t-shirt with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. She was one of those girl-next-door types with an unfairly sexy body. Kristy. At five-thirty I headed home secure in the knowledge that Steff would follow her usual habit of taking a change of clothes to work with her and that she would go to the party from work. She would also take a hotel room for the night so she wouldn't be driving home under the influence of alcohol. I took the precaution of calling the house when I was two blocks away and got no answer. Just to be safe I drove past the house looking for signs of life and parked down the street. I walked back to the. I wont sing ever again, never ever, I promise. Thank you thank you thank you!”And then she said “You'll love him. I just know it”.So I called Veronica and she said “Ooh, a foursome. With Lucy. I'm soo in” and I said “That's not what I said” and she said “I know. And I can't. I'm in London, darling.”And I said “Really?” and she said “Yeah. Visiting granny” and I said “Oh okay”.So I asked Cait and she said “No. Nuh-uh, no way” and I said “Why not?” and she said “I don't even like Lucy” and I said.