From this perspective she noticed that her face was a little blurry; the focus was on Claire, who was gazing reverently into Olivia’s crotch while f...ngering her. It would be a little weird to walk around after this knowing the photo was there — but more than a little sexy, too.As she neared the top of the steps she heard music in the distance, something bass-heavy and dancy. Feeling her pulse accelerate, she quickly found a bathroom, relieved herself, and went off in search of the source of the. Then she said, ‘If you want to do cocaine with that girl, I won’t try to talk you out of it, but I’m going back to the room.’ Francine touched her arm and said, ‘Jesus, Nat. Sit down. Stay and party with us a little more. You’ve got to let go and have just a little bit of fun. No one back in Tauton will ever know that you snorted a little blow with us.’ Actually, Nat thought. That is true. No one would ever know. And, she couldn’t help thinking that although she’d only snorted cocaine three. The swimming pool was in perfect shape because of the twenty-four hour automatic cleaning device and the pool-boy was due to arrive later that day to do the weekly checkup. He didn’t speak much English but he was a hard worker and would often clean the area around the pool until everything shone with the gleam of newness.She had considered bending over for the pool-boy more than once because he looked so lean and hungry with his shirt off. It had been a long time since she had been fucked. He'd been in a whiskey soaked haze since he'd heard the door slam behind her. He went to the table and picked them up now, his heart breaking, tears threatening as he read the words he'd written to her years ago. Words of love and need, of wanting and desiring her more than he'd wanted to breath. His knees gave and he slumped into the kitchen chair staring at the old, lined paper he'd written to her on at night, in his room at his parents house. How he'd told her of his dreams for their future,.