Our back yard was our backyard and we felt like whatever we did in there was our business and no one else’s business. Danny looked at her phone. Alt...hough I was self-absorbed in the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I heard her say, “Come on over.” I looked at Danny. She leaned forward and unfastened the top of her micro bikini, which barely covered her cleavage. She slipped it off and casually draped it over the arm of the chase lounge. Her nipples were erect, perched on the top of her small but firm. When she left the bathhouse and again met up with the librarian from before, Zoa was cleaner than a snowflake. Her visitor’s robes were as white as one. The fourth time the librarian stopped for the two of them to change to clean slippers, Zoa was starting to wonder if they would reach the library itself before having to camp for the night. Not that she would know it if night arrived. There were no windows. Their path was lighted by smokeless bright-glows. ‘Here it is,’ said the librarian, when. As much as I might like him, I can't see myself as the wife of a Mormon Bishop. Following him wherever he goes, and having to follow all of the restrictions as would be expected of me if we did get that serious. So it will always be nothing but casual with us.”“Yea, I can get that. Holly is kinda like that. She is Jewish, and follows most of their rules but not all. She avoids pork, and almost never combines meat and dairy. But she eats shellfish, does things after the Sabbath starts on Friday,. He showed me a picture he had on his phone of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few times to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunk I can’t really remember what I said.At some point he or we decided it was time to leave. I went outside to bum a smoke from the people on the patio. Frank settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a drag then tried to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him.