Time had really drifted on and when Sharon had displayed the last of the plethora of outfits she had managed to cram into the cases she carried, I thought it was about 9:00 but it was indeed closer to midnight. Michelle, Rona and Christine looked a bit tired and much to Jan’s chagrin said they would get changed and dial a taxi to take them home. The taxi came after the typical delay of about three-quarters of an hour, and as the other three woman bade farewell, a rather intoxicated Jan coaxed me to stay for one more drink to “celebrate” being a home alone wife. Jan said she’d make us a cocktail and started to rummage around in the cupboards pulling out bottles. We chatted about nothing as she busily prepared a jug of cosmopolitan. One drink? Hmmmm… I thought to myself, but I decided I was up for it as I could sleep off my hangover in the morning.
I went to the couch and Jan followed, sitting close to me. I could smell the perfume she was wearing. It was stronger than before and I was sure she must have put some more on just before.
Looking into my eyes Jan asked:
“Did I have a goodtime?” she asked in a slightly slurred tone.
“Lovely.” I said
We chatted away and wondered what our husbands were doing and joked how they were missing the fun of their wives dressed in sexy lingerie. After we downed another drink, Jan said
“Let’s have a look to see if there is something fun in that little book Sharon left us.”
“Okay.”, I replied.