I cleared the dishes and returned to see Rita turned around, admiring the pool and finishing her wine. With her arm around the back of the chair, I had a generous view of her side boob.

"Here we go," I said, setting down a dessert plate in front of her.

"A Rice Krispies treat?" she said, curious.

"Jess has been experimenting with making her own edibles," I said. "This should get you beautifully high in about thirty minutes."

"Oh, I love it!" Rita said.

We devoured the Rice Krispies treats. They were delicious. You could barely tell they were made with weed. Jess had become adept at making THC butter....