Part Three: Sideline Infraction
Sarah York fiddled with the stem of her wine glass and stared at the debris on the table. The party was definitely over. They'd all gone off and left her, all six of them. She guessed that was what happened when you were the odd man out. How stupid of her not to realize the others would couple up. Had she missed out because she held herself aloof from that? She'd come here to meet up with her study group from law school to celebrate their long journey to becoming a lawyer. New Orleans, the official party town, seemed a great place to celebrate. They'd partied hard for three days. Then tonight the atmosphere had shifted. How had she missed the signals that her six study buddies were building up to a night of unrestrained sex? And that she was odd man out. What the hell? The very last thing she'd expected was for the others to couple up and leave her sitting here alone.
Thanks, guys.