Margaret sauntered into the bedroom, carrying a tray, while Cynthia brought in the glasses and champagne. While we’d been snoozing, she’d fixed chicken, ham, fruit, and some delicious delicacies. We ate ravenously, our bodies starved for food like mine had been starved for s*x. Another bottle appeared, and we lay together amongst the rumpled sheets, drinking and eating.
“How about that spa now?” Margaret asked.
Our bodies were stiff and sore, and a spa was just what we needed to ease out the kinks.
As we trailed after Margaret, Bethany’s phone rang again.
“You’d better get it. It could be important,” I said, loving her for making this a day I’d never forget.
“Hello,” she snapped into the phone. “Err…no…yeah, we’re okay. The car broke down. Hmm, yeah, the auto-club will be here any min
