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"Are they still sitting there watching us?" Mona asked.

Dinah craned her neck to look over Sally's shoulder. "Yep, sure are. Each of them is sitting there clutching a beer. Just like always."

"We could draw the blinds," Sally suggested.

"Or give them something to look at." Jane jerked off her towel and tossed it across the room.

Dinah shook her head. "Girl, you've had way too much wine."

"Chicken."

Oh, well. What the hell? She loosened the tuck and let the towel fall back. Rod was probably having a cow. She half-expected him to bust down the door. To further bait him, she parted her knees and parked her feet on the coffee table.

His head popped up. He was standing.

"Want a show, my love?" she asked aloud. "How 'bout this?"

Uncaring of what anyone thought, Dinah dipped her forefinger into her wine then touched herself…