It had been a Friday night almost two months ago and everyone was ready to play: Cameron, Elaine, Chloe and her boyfriend Derek, Tasia, and Zach. They all decided to dine out together at a cafe about twenty miles from the estate.
Zach had opened the door to his black and yellow Corvette convertible and had held Tasia’s hand as she sat down inside. She’d emphasized her sturdy legs before pulling them in, making sure he got a good look at those black, fishnet stockings and matching stiletto heels. Her earrings dangled as low as her hair was piled high. The black clutch bag in her hand seemed to sparkle with fairy dust. Tenderly, Zach gave her a kiss before closing the door.
Quite frankly, Zach and Tasia seemed to have a certain chemistry together which was impossible to ignore. Anyone could see that they liked one another very much, but neither had the time nor the inclination to take their relationship seriously. Perhaps deep-seated thoughts of Carl Kastenmeier lurking in the shadows might’ve made them wary of trying to make anything permanent. They were like a couple of kids playing at courtship, with no interest in a future any further in front of them than that very moment.