They come swirling out of the open doors onto the terrace, lost to the pulsing music. She twirls her partner whose blue satin dress flairs out, gleaming in the golden light.
The final note echos out and their bodies meet tight. The kiss is uncompromising, love enduring.
Snickers break the silence. Holding, they turn to the quartet of debs sharing a blunt.
“What’s so funny, you little fucks?”
“Now, Sal, be nice.”
“You look like a couple of old grannies!” one giggles.
Brow arched, Con slowly raises her skirt, framing her gartered silks and smooth, naked cunt.
“Enough said, child?”
