She didn't like the plates.Jane and Hind came in with the tea and breakfast. We were having ham end egg a Là tin (Compo).Jane and Hind moved their ch...airs closer to mine, one either side. I think that they were trying to protect me. From what I don't know, or were they jealous of Marjorie?After the meal and the tidying up done, we went to help Marjorie unload her car. She was right about one thing she had enough clothing and equipment to supply an expedition on her own. Not only was the boot. My sister, on the other hand, was okay. As the saying goes, 'damning with faint praise'.It was something Brindy laughed about, telling me "Carlita is a better cook than Pat. And I don't know why." I don't know either. But she does well." Yeah," Brindy said. "She gets into it. She asked Mister Garland if he'd give her some leaves off his banana tree so she could make tamales. Then she brought him a plate of 'em."Carlita's head popped around the corner. "You're talking about me and I am not there. It's our happy hour tradition. We're sitting onstools next to two very nice girls and the four of us arematching shots of tequila. After about six shots, I'm reeling.The girls kept giggling and encouraging us to go on.Each time we take a drink, our reward is a kiss. Jillian is agreat kisser and I know that she's having fun sucking on mytongue. More than once, her hand strays to the erection in mypants.After too much drink, the girls want to go dancing. I beg offand Billy goes. I catch a. Claire smiled at me and muttered ‘remember’ under her breath. I nodded to K, who was waiting for me. The music began. It’s hard to explain what goes on in my head while I am dancing ... it’s roughly 25 percent thinking about the music, 25 percent thinking through the dance steps, but the other 50 percent seems to be thinking about the girl in my arms and how I never want to stop dancing with her.We were moving from step to step, seamlessly. All I saw was Claire, with her sparkling red hair,.