"I understand, we understand. I am ready. We ask only that you leave this one." She gestured behind her at the other female, who remained silent as sh...e had been before. "For us it is dreadful if more than one mother die at same time. This one did nothing, it was I. If you kill too, we have only young mother with us, and none to care for nest."For a moment they both simply stared at her, open-mouthed. Meiersdottir realized first what they were expecting. "Oh. My. God," she said softly. Almost. ” I was neither convinced nor fooled.We had lunch and through the afternoon had a few drinks, Sally must have had five rums and come late afternoon was decidedly a little tipsy. Her agitation from the morning about the shower had increased and she was getting upset, “I really need a shower and to get myself sorted out for tonight.” she told me.I replied in what I hoped was a conciliatory tone, “I know, I feel the same.”We returned to our cabana and I was a little pissed to find the shower still. He has a Masters in English, Education, and Sociology, and he's fluent in Russian, Spanish, and French. He transferred from St. Martin's Private Academy for unknown reasons and lives alone in a flat uptown. He signed up to chaperone the poetry club and always eats his lunch in the classroom. Briana has to pay Macy fifty hard-earned bucks for this information, and another fifteen for her discretion. It's worth it though, she thinks, while she listens to him read from one of Shakespeare's sonnets. Our basement was empty so I thought I would be alone. Then I hear footsteps coming. I peek out and see my mom's friend and the dude who was flirting with her. They sat down on the couch and started talking. It was sexy seeing her sitting there. I stayed quiet so I could spy on her. He then put his hand on her thigh and told her how gorgeous she is. She smiled so sexy. I noticed her legs open a bit. She was wearing a little skirt and a tank top. She looked him in the eyes and slowly.