Free Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1 by Eleyne Kot, Yasmin Lazaro Page B

him as well.”
    “I can say the same about Colin...”
    “I understand it,” I nod. Then I add, “If you want him, I can share him with you.”
    “Oh,” she looks blissful, “thank you. So we shall share all of them, Jim, too, if Melisa stops being so possessive of him. And, of course, if the guys really don’t mind it.”
    “I hope they won’t,” I agree with her, then look around. Melisa is swimming in the pool, her energetic movements show that she’s still pissed, but apparently she decides to vent her feelings in a physical exercise rather than screeching or trying to splash water at us. She’s behaving more like a grown up woman, rather than acting like a teenager. I’m trying to remember how old she is from our conversations on Facebook. From the glimpses of information she gave us I assumed she must be around 20, having finished her high school not long ago, and now working in her first job. Well, I shrug, she may still be reacting childishly to some things.
    But thinking she won't splash again, we lie back on our deck chairs and continue our whispered conversation. But this time our thoughts turn to Babette. Neither of us really has any idea what has happened to our French friend. Then we almost fall asleep under the pleasant sunrays. Melisa wakes us up after some time. I blink a bit looking at her. I see that she’s already dry, with no drop of water on her skin and her long brown hair is almost dry as well. While I wonder how long we were sleeping, she says.
    “Gals, I'm hungry. Why don't we go to the kitchen and look for some food?”
    “Not sulking anymore?” I tease her.
    “Don't irritate me again,” she murmurs, her brown eyes casting dangerous sparks.
    I decide not to taunt her too much and I just stretch languorously, without carrying on the unpleasant subject.
    “I think I'd like to munch something, too. What about you, Yasmin?”
    Yasmin murmurs lazily.
    “Yeah, you can bring me whatever...”
    Melisa picks up our robes, gives mine to me, and we put them on while we walk to the kitchen. When we enter there's nobody there but we can smell something tasty cooking. We notice that the oven is on and Melisa spots a note stuck to the fridge door: "There's lasagna in the oven".
    “Mmmmrrrr,” she purrs in an immediate better mood, “I like lasagna.”
    I agree.
    “Me too, why don't we help ourselves too it?”
    I open the oven door and see a gigantic tray with the dish.
    “Ok, find some plates and we'll cut some for us,” I look around to find a knife or whatever else to do the cutting. I see some utensils next to the sink, and pick one. Melisa comes with plates and forks.
    “How much do you want?” I ask.
    She shows me, I cut a portion for her and the same for me... I hesitate.
    “Do you think Yasmin will want the same?”
    Melisa giggles.
    “Go on, gal. She will need a lot of strength when the guys come back. So will we.”
    I giggle back at her and cut the same amount for our sunbathing galfriend. I look around the kitchen.
    “Let's take something to drink too,” I open the fridge and see it's full of beer, wine, champagne and other drinks. I laugh. “The guys are well stocked. What do you want?” Melisa looks at the fridge's content and laughs, too.
    “I see it's a party tonight!” Thinks for a moment, “but I think I'll take orange juice for now.” Then she giggles. “You know, I wouldn’t be able to drink all these back at home? All this beer and wine... These assholes in shops are really strict about seeing your ID before they sell you any liquor. Well, I’m definitely going to use the opportunity tonight.”
    This confirms my assumption about her age, she can’t be over 21, and I agree with her about having soft drinks for now, and also about U.S. shops sticking to the rules. I also remember being asked for an ID whenever I bought wine there.
    I take the carton out of the fridge, and then spot a bottle of mineral water, and take it out too.
    “Let's take a