“But we want to head down there.”She gestured to a grass canopied gazebo down beyond the yoga class and lifeguard chairs. A couple of girls were h...uling baskets in.“One sec,” I squeezed Shani and handed her off to Olivia. I smiled back at her communicative finger. I grabbed Vanessa’s waist. “You can drink right?”“I’m on call.” She worried.“Just the one?” I pleaded. “My other dates have uterine parasites.”“OK, one.” She nodded. I knew I could’ve made her. I knew there was rules saying that. Nobody talked or moved for a long time. It was wonderful. Not to mention the fact that all the exercise we just got sobered everyone up so that they'll be able to drive home safely when they leave.I made some coffee and we sat around making things hard on Brad for a while. Or at least we made one thing hard on Brad. We talked much more soberly now. But we were still enjoying ourselves. I never had any really close friends growing up; not in college either. I had friends, of course. Just not the. Nice outfit, by the way, and those ankle boots are exquisite."I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but even though my mouth opened and no words came out she sat down with me, sensing I wanted her to stay."Tongue-tied, dear? I guess I do have that effect on people. Do you like my leather pants? I had them custom made for me. They do feel so soft and sexy," she purred, reaching over with one slender manicured hand to pick up my coffee cup, her other hand casually stroking the inner thighs of. ”I nodded OK and turned around to move back into the living room before Mrs. Johansson answered the phone on her end. “Abby, I was told you called. How are you and Bob this morning?”My mom laughed at Mrs. Johansson’s response causing me to pause on the other side of the doorway, out of sight. Mom laughed a couple of times before commenting, “Abby, you were so right about them. Will their wives be there next week?”There was a pause, then my mom added, “I’d like to, you know, all of us. I didn’t.