<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 | 11:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room 2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><--- Green dress, heels,<del>sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat  </del><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>James, Thomas ... kinda in passing?<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/>That short burst of laughter saw her shoulders stiffening further.   "You're right, I didn't tell you.  You didn't ask.  My divorce is my past. Past.  LONG past actually, forever ago, no matter that James seems to forget it upon occasion."  In fact she was fairly certain that they'd been divorced for just about as long as Aaron had been alive, probably longer actually since he was younger than their son (another item that she'd certainly never mentioned) but she would never make that point out loud since bringing up her age wasn't something she was ever very keen upon doing.  Despite rather excellent genes, the hours she spent in the gym to keep herself toned and in shape, and the deft hand of a skilled surgeon who'd done some tasteful work to correct some of the inevitable damage done by time, the mirror reminded her of the fact that she was pushing fifty.<br/><br/>"When should I have brought it up Aaron?  When we met? I certainly wasn't thinking about James that night, nor did I know exactly who you worked for.  We were a bit distracted with the whole, you know, dance of nakedness; generally speaking we were almost always distracted by that.  But fair enough.  I can appreciate that you didn't appreciate being caught off guard and I should have brought it up sooner." She should have stopped talking there.  It was close to an apology right, it at least showed some empathy for his very legitimate agitation.  But no, she continued on!<br/><br/>"I'll do my best to share more and ensure that this doesn't happen again in the future. Why not start now? Should I just include husbands or would you like to know everyone I've been with? Maybe maybe make it easier and just start with the people on this island I've fucked? Would that make you feel better?"  That last bit was just thrown in for spite.  It would be a short list, there was just himself, James of days long past, and Thomas who she'd recognized when boarding the yacht that brought them to the island, but from her tone the number may well be legion.  "Are we using the 'Bill Clinton Definition' of sex, does oral not count?"  For a moment she debated asking if she needed to explain that reference to him since she was fairly certain that whole scandal was before his time and wasn't covered in most highschool civics classes. The distinction of course didn't matter, she was pushing buttons just for the sake of pushing them now.<br/><br/>Good times.