Finishing prep, then pool time!

{if JxJCool = 1
}You get the prep done as quickly as possible. Once it's done, you snag your phone from the table. Time to get to the truth.
Your hands shake as you pull up the forwarded conversation. You find the last text you read{if JxJPanties =1
}, the one where Jenna left her fucking panties in this guy's hotel room.{else
}, the one where Jason had talked about "crossing lines."{endif
} The next text is not until Sunday night... the last night before she had come home from Vegas.{else
}You make quick work of the remaining prep. The sounds of fucking drift towards you from the hallway leading to Jared's room, and you shake your head. {if TaraSexLvl >2
}Tara is an energizer fuckbunny, apparently.{else
}They could at least not do that now with everyone here.{endif
} The chickens are marinating, the steaks are trimmed and the loin is properly seasoned. As a family, you all enjoy meat. It's a wonder that you're all in as good a shape as you are. You stack the prep dishes in the sink. The sounds of sex reach a crescendo, and you distinctly hear Tara cry out {if TaraSexLvl >2
} "Oh, James!"
Oh...shit. That's not good. You feel the blood drain from your face. You listen at the end of the hall. There are quiet voices, and at one point you hear Tara's voice pipe up enough to make out "...last boyfriend, baby. I'm sorry." Ok... she's covering. Hopefully Jared believes her. No guy can feel good when his girl calls out a different name in bed, but it would be 10x worse if he believed that the "James" is you. You decide not to be standing here when they come out, so you head down to the pool.{else
} "Oh fuck me, Jared!" You laugh. What a strange life. You decide to head down to the pool. {endif
}
Jenna and Karen are on the far side in adjacent pool recliners. Karen is slick and glistening; Jenna is still dry. They are chattering it up, talking about plans and Karen's work prospects and houses. Riley is taking dives in the deep end in a skimpy purple bikini. Allison is laid out nearby on a towel, wet from the pool, with her bikini top undone.

"Hey babe." Jenna waves as you come down. "Thank you so much." She gives you a big smile.
"No problem." You head over to the minibar, and start setting it up. The door to the basement gives you easy access to the tote cooler and your liquor cabinet. In no time, you're blending margaritas and trying to enjoy the day.{endif
}