Sally could barely hold her cigarette in her mouth as she giggled, chin high. Ash flaked onto the sun-beaten surfaces of her upper t**s.
Nora shuddered and emptied the plastic cup's warm Scotch down her throat. The liquor had only a memory of soda lingering with it. The fire that hit her veins made the tobacco level in the room more tolerable.
When had all these people started smoking? She didn't remember more than a dozen or so puffers in their senior year.
Raven-haired, sloe-eyed Holly Beale tired of kick-dancing to an imaginary beat in the corner. She lifted her heels out of her pumps and sent them spinning against the glass doors opening onto a terrace.
Holly hiked her black sequined dress to her hips. Down she peeled her patterned charcoal pantihose; down and off- She leaped for H
