Our Last Backyard Party
Old friends, partying, cheating, exposing their infidelity, putting their lives together in limbo!
The night air was cool, and the sky was black, filled with twinkling stars millions of miles away. The fire pit was roaring, and the booze was flowing. It was our last backyard party of the year, and the eight of us were having one last cookout before winter took over. Light jazz played in the background, and we were all sipping our favorite beverage. Ed was grilling the steaks and veggies while Martha was preparing the r...