" He took a sip of tea, and Carolyn noticed the grimace that he quickly replaced with a smile. "Oh, sorry. You were probably expecting sweetened tea. ... try to be careful of my weight. Would you prefer Perrier?" Mark gave her an appreciative once-over, lingering on her breasts. "You look like you're in great shape to me. But you're right, all that sugar isn't good for you. This is fine, thanks." Carolyn suggested they sit on the back porch. As they sat on the wicker settee and chatted, she. "Thought maybe you really didn't want to come today," I continued, probing a little more positively. "Maybe you had something else you wanted to do... ?" I ventured, questioningly."Nope, not really," she muttered, still staring ahead.I was tired of this — it wasn't getting me anywhere. Maybe I'd best just change the subject. "Oh well, it's a nice day for a swim anyway," I went on. "Glad you remembered to bring your stuff."She grunted. "Mmm, not sure I really want to go for a swim." Oh, why's. Maxine's body sliding into bed next to me was a pleasant surprise. "It looks like we're going to have one more chance to get it right, Mickey."That's all she needed to say. It only took seconds to find a condom and get between her legs. Our last time was memorable indeed. Maxine kept up a constant stream of giggles and instructions, letting her voice rise and fall as the mood struck her. If Claire was trying to sleep, Maxine's giggles and our gleeful chatter kept her awake. I guess we were. "More for me I guess."David got up from the couch and offered to refresh the wine, Laylah accepted and handed him her glass. Being as stoned as she was, Laylah thought nothing of it when she went looking through the coffee table drawer of another joint.Upon opening the drawer, Laylah noticed a silver cigarette case inscribed with the words 'For Laylah'. She picked it up and turned it over, curiously looking at it."And what to you think you're doing?" David asked angrily as he reentered the room.