Olivia smiled and turned off the lights and slept on the other side of the bed.I slowly drifted away to sleep and woke up when I felt Olivia’s warm ...ody against mine. I looked at Olivia, who was particularly hugging me.“Jake? It is really cold” she complained. I was surprised because she has been the one who took of her shirt and if it was too cold, why couldn’t she put her shirt back on? I however dismissed these thoughts and pulled her closer into me and found her shivering. We both were. When he finished, I slipped past him into the bathroom. We’d been living together long enough that we had a routine. I had just finished rinsing my hair when I heard the bathroom door creak open. The shower curtain rustled, and I decided that Trip was joking around.“Um ... Trip,” I said, “did you nee—” I blinked and wiped water from my eyes. Then I blinked again, dumbfounded.Kendall stepped into the shower. “Hi yourself.”Trip shouted from the living room, “I’m gonna go up to the house. See you. “Sasha! Hey, how are you!” Robert had always had a not-so-secret crush on Sasha, and Tara’s seemingly friendly warning about Sasha being upset suddenly appeared to him as an ideal chance to appear as a knight in shining armour. ‘Sasha, I just saw Tara... who was... in almost exactly the same outfit you’re wearing... and... uhh... well, she said, ...” Robert’s voice trailed off as he tried to figure out a compelling reason why Tara and /Sasha would be dressed practically identically in the same. They hugged, exchanged the usual pleasantries, set up a visit at Lucy’s house the next day for lunch. The conversation worked its way past catching up on c***dren and schools through the first bottle of wine, as most of the second bottle vanished, the conversation moved to Norma’s divorce. It was nasty, she sighed; Simon had hired a private detective and produced deeply embarrassing photos of her at the trial. Photos of her engaged in sexual acts with rosy cheeked young men her son’s age. She.