CHAPTER 33: SANDRA

The Kambaya party bar was tiki. Maybe Hawaiian. Personally, I always thought they were the same – and maybe they are.

Or maybe that was the wine already clouding my vision, so perhaps the margarita Maggie just handed me wasn't a smart idea. I had drunk it anyway because these girls had successfully corrupted me from the good girl I was a few weeks ago, to the semi-bad girl I am now.

I said semi-bad because I hadn't had sex yet. Glancing up at Jack next to me, I thought I might have to remedy that night. Then we will have a pretty little New York Sandra and California Sandra with a dash of Jack Sandra all rolled into one.

What a delightful little package that'll be.

I accepted Leila's hand when she held it out to me to dance. My thoughts were getting morbid, and I wouldn't let my past ruin this weekend for Jack. He deserved a good birthday.

Servers danced between tables, swaying their hips and the flair bartenders threw cocktails shakers around. If I was ten years younger, I'd absolute