"Dimitri and I are going to have some intimate sexual activity."
Robyn Caldwell picked up her glass of white wine and for a moment toyed with the idea of chugging down the entirety of its contents in a single swallow. The statement that Mindy made caused me to almost choke on my own saliva. Nonetheless, she was conscious of the fact that maintaining a moderate pace throughout lunch was the right thing to do. a thing that her close pal had not yet figured out.
Robyn's voice was low as she mumbled, "You are not," because she knew that screeching did not convey an alluring image. In particular at "the club," where both their friends and adversaries were partaking in the lobster salad that was served on Thursday. The dining room was packed with perhaps forty women, all of whom were dressed in a fashion that could be described as "Florida chic." These women all sported glistening diamonds, gold or platinum charm bracelets, and necklaces that rested on tanned and toned skin.