Kieran laid on the floor with his hand over his forehead panting. He smiled knowing after several years of being by her side he was able to show her just how much he cared for her. Kieran soon drifted off to sleep with the same smile plastered on his face. Emma Jean woke up just after noon. Sitting up to stretch in her bed, she felt her body creaking from the night she had previously. “I am not as young as I used to be. That made no sense to drink and dance or even do that with Kieran. Oh God I had sex with Kieran!!!” She covered her face with both her hands trying to hold back the scream she wanted to release. They actually did it and he was terrible. How can she tell him that? She shook her head trying to shake off the memory. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute. Pretend she didn’t remember. That was the only way to save their friendship and to not hurt his feelings. She did wonder how he could be so bad at sex? All of the amazing drunken sex sto

The two women left the opulent home. Instead, of going with the driver Emma Jean decided to take her mother’s car, the Mercedes. This was going to be her first time being in the new car. Rowan received the car as a thirty-fifth anniversary gift. Rowan headed towards the driver seat but Emma jean ushered her into the passenger side. Waving her driver off from behind the steering the left. This was to be the first time in her life she would be treating her mom to a spa day and dinner. The first ten minutes of their drive was quiet, slightly uncomfortable. Rowan turned to look at Emma jean, seeing just how much she looked like Dallas, of course she could see a lot of herself in Emma Jean too. “Did you say you slept with Kieran?” Emma jean was quiet causing Rowan to ask again. “Emma Jean? You did, didn’t you?” The car slowed down at a stop light giving Emma Jean a chance to look her mother in the eyes. “We were drunk. I pretended I didn’t remember a thing

The twins came back inside the room to see the steady rising and falling of their chest. Emma Jean and Rowan fell asleep during their wait. They tapped them on the shoulder to rouse them from their brief nap. “Miss, its time to take of the wraps.” Emma Jean groaned at being woken up while Rowan seemed to still be asleep. She really was hard to wake up unless there was a blaring alarm waking her up. Emma’s technician worked effortlessly to unwrap her body. With every seaweed removed she felt lighter. It felt good when she finally was released completely from the confines of the wrap. The shower was waiting for her to rinse off. Emma Jean let the water cascade down her hair and her body. The warm water felt good, almost as if her stress were being washed away from her. Just before she stepped out, she wrapped a towel around her body. Both women were doing their best to wake Rowan up. The cool air made her skin prickle. “If you take off her mask, I’ll wake her up.” The

It was math class, a spring day. The start of a new quarter. Rowan Adams had her head resting in her hand looking out the window. The droning of the teacher coupled with the sounds of the rain were lulling her to sleep. Rowan hated math class. It was a useless waste of space in her eyes. She knew with what she wanted to do in her life math didn’t play a part of it. Rowan wanted to be a beautician. Making people feel their most beautiful after getting their hair done. A slam came down on her desk making her look up. The teacher, Mrs. Schroedene, was right in front of her desk. A look of annoyance marred her haggard features. Anyone could see that she was overworked and underpaid, which made her a mean math teacher. “Ms. Adams, you need math in order to work in the real world.”“Correction, Mrs. S, I don’t for what I plan to do with my life. All I need is basic math nothing more.”“Oh, ho, ho, is that so? And what do you plan on

Dallas was shocked she even suggested this as a way to thank him. He only expected her to express her gratitude an move on. Hope sprung forth in his heart. A possibility of reconciliation had his heart beating wildly. Agreeing to it immediately, he pushed his hands in his pockets to keep from hugging her. One step at a time. That’s what he kept saying to himself. After they all left the lake, Rowan met Dallas at a burger joint the two of them frequented when they were dating. It felt like old times minus the lovey-dovey atmosphere that usually surrounded them. Dallas tried to go at her pace, to feel how she was really doing. Rowan tried her hardest to stay level headed and calm. It barely was working. Her heart was galloping, palms were sweating, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss his pouty lips. Lips she missed much. Her next words to him were unexpected but welcomed. “Kiss me.”Dallas leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Say you’ll love me ag