There was a rustling from above and the women came bustling down the stairs wearing just t-shirts. Sam was chasing Lisa, playing grab ass. Tracy followed behind them slowly, looking disheveled, satisfied, exhausted and beautiful. Some of her hair covered one of her bright lavender eyes. She kissed my nose as she walked passed. "Hey there, virgin wrecker," she teased, swaying her hips saucily down the hallway on her way to the kitchen.

While Heather and I unpacked the food, Sam fetched and popped open a couple of bottles of champagne. Lisa made a silly toast to Tracy's departed virginity.

I don't know what made her do it, but Heather...