The drive to the country club took maybe twenty minutes and we arrived as Marsha had said fashionably late. I jumped out and walked around to open her...door and offer my hand which she accepted with a wide smile on her lips. The early evening air still held much of the sweltering heat from the record high of that afternoon and off in the distance the faint sound of thunder could be heard.Stepping out of the car Marsha smoothed her dress down over her shapely thighs then asked. “How do I look?”I. She turned and faced a strong, broad chest clothed in a dark blue velvet jacket and crisp white shirt. Raising her head, a shining pair of onyx eyes looked back at her. His name was Edmund; he smiled, and his smooth, brown face beamed with charm and an undercurrent of mischief. Eden had always fantasised about black men. In her sheltered life she'd never even met one, but in her long, restless, lonely nights she had often imagined. Edmund's long fingers wrapped around his pint and raised it to. The way we kept encountering each other it was almost as if we needed to meet. Me: it’s not every day you encounter such a beautiful mature woman, especially one that takes an interest in meDeb: well it’s not everyday I encounter such a cute young man. I guess I should ask how old you are? Sorry if that is too forward Me: I am 24Deb: wow. Well I am flattered that I exchanged numbers with someone so young. I am old enough to be your mother! Me: oh ya? Well I’m glad I engaged with you than. I. “Squeak may have a big voice, but Peter and I can cover five times the area working together than Squeak can by himself.”“Yeah, we did do good, didn’t we,” Peter said before suddenly throwing a powerful punch at Jonas’s face but stopped it before it hit and just gave him a playful tap on the chin.After Jonas and Peter tapped their fists together in a show of friendship, Beatrice asked, “So who won the fight, anyway?”“The twins,” they both said before shuddering at the memory of their.