Steve was equally when he'd seen the pair of tousled fuck-buddies emerge from the bushes at the far end of the lawn. The blonde was vaguely familiar to him. Did they take the same commuter train to work, maybe? It was difficult to be sure. When he glanced sideways over at Kellis, the look of stunned disbelief on her face was priceless. What was really most surprising, though, was how little the others around the pool seemed to be registering the whole chain of events.<em>Have I missed something</em>, he wondered to himself?<br/><br/>"I, uh..nope, sorry," he said to the blonde. "I don't usually carry a lighter. Think I saw one one the table by the front door though." He grabbed another drink as the waiter drifted by, pondering briefly how to make small talk with a woman you've just heard screwing her brains out. Perhaps regrettably, it was a skill he didn't have much chance to develop lately.<br/><br/>Best to go with something neutral, he decided. "Nice and warm out here this evening," he offered.<br/><br/>Was that little squeeze he got from Kellis a piece of gentle mockery?