"You'll see," Randy says. "I bet she's close. But don't call her names, okay. She just obsessed with this particular s****l fantasy. It's a one-time thing. She's not a slut!" Randy admonishes him.
"Sure. Whatever," Chris says. "Hey. Is Sylvia home?" Chris asks, heading back into the house.
"Yeah," Randy says. "I think she's in her room working on the seating arrangements or something.
"Great," Chris says sarcastically. "She needs to give up trying to please everybody and just let them sit wherever they want," Chris says going into the house.
This is the second time that her and Randy have gotten interrupted. Maybe it just isn't meant to be, Sylvia thinks. Then, again, there's tomorrow night. Of course, that's with two other guys. She's back in her jeans and t-shirt, the body stocking a
