That was what I was thinking about when Faith came outside carrying two glasses of wine and wearing one of the two pink bathrobes that had been hanging in the bathroom when we arrived. I shifted over to make room for her and she handed me one of the glasses and sat beside me. Her bathrobe opened almost to where it was tied at her waist, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit underneath.
“To love,” Faith toasted.
We raised our glasses and clinked them together. Faith took a small sip and put her glass down on the table, and I knew she wouldn’t drink anymore because of her medication.
I was still thinking about s*x, which her open bathrobe did nothing to curtail. I wondered if I was having more s*x than Simon and Ellen, and if I had experimented with things that they hadn’
