Saturday morning, the girls woke up to a quiet, empty house. Kat was already sipping coffee on the verandah when Jess appeared.

"God, I need a cup of that," the blonde said, neither saying a word about her lack of clothes.

"There's also the blow," Kat said.

"Maybe in a minute," Jess said with a laugh. Her voice was harsh, her nose stopped up. "We kind of got after it last night."

Kat smiled at her.

"This is wicked, isn't it?" she said.

"It's a fantasy," Jess said. "We're playing a role. I can feel it."

"That's a good way to put it," Kat said. "It's like it's not real."...