Kaslyna: Here's more. haha. benbitt: Thanks for the review. I think it's sweet that you listened to your wife's recommendation. Sororities are great. I really enjoyed the experiences I had with mine even though it was nothing like G-Pi. Yeah, I would have said the same thing you said about the beads. haha.

The Lacroix Residence

Casey's POV

I'm sitting at a table with Alejandra, Abbie, and my stepmom in her brand new G-Pi room. It's Chrissy's own personal shrine to the sisterhood of Gamma Pi Delta. My mom hated the fact that they'd be giving up an entire room of their penthouse just for sorority memorabilia, but when she realized how important it was to Chrissy, she decided to let her have her G-Pi room. After all, if it weren't for Chrissy they wouldn't even be living in a penthouse or New York, for that matter. There was also the fact that Allegra, Alejandra, and I talked to my mom about it on a daily basis. In a year, Kylie will be going off to college and it's important that we start teaching her about the sisterhood and all that it can offer her. We might be brainwashing my daughter but we don't care as long as she isn't led astray. If my little girl became a Kappa, I don't know what I'd do.

Speaking of Kappa, I can't help but laugh when I see Abbie start to scratch her neck.

"This room is giving me a rash," she says to us as we're sipping martinis around the table in the middle of the room.

"It's because you shouldn't be in here," Alejandra tells her. "The room knows where evil lurks."

Abbie pulls out her Kappa Gamma Phi lavalier from under her shirt and gives it a quick kiss. Her gesture makes Chrissy laugh and Alejandra roll her eyes. Abbie hasn't worn her lavalier on a regular basis since college, but she'll wear it every now and then when she is outnumbered by G-Pi women.

"You really shouldn't be in here," Chrissy says to Abbie. "But this is the only room where we can get any privacy. Julie and her friend Hannah are all over the place, Charlene is in the master bedroom, and I don't even want to know what Charla's problem is."

"Her problem is she's 15 and not getting any," Alejandra responded. "I think she needs a girlfriend and don't object to that, Chrissy. You were even younger than that when you first had sex with Charlene."

"Charlene and I have never had sex," Chrissy insists. "We make love. There's a difference."

"That's not what Charlene says," Abbie tells her and starts laughing. "Nothing good comes out of our women getting together. They actually rate our performance and go into detail. Alex doesn't, but our wives do."

"That's because Alex is completely satisfied," I brag.

"Really?" Alejandra asks me and starts laughing. "That's not what she told my girlfriend."

I glare at her for as long as I can until I start laughing along with her. Alex said no such thing, or at least I hope she said no such thing. After all of these years, Alejandra is still Alejandra and that's the one word that best describes her. We have our history, but we like to pretend as if none of it happened. The two of us were roommates when she was in business school and I was in law school. It wasn't the greatest living arrangement at first and Alex was constantly worried, but we made it work and we became better friends because of it. During those years, she was sleeping with as many women as she possibly could and I was spending my weekends in Boston with Alex and Kylie. To this day, Alejandra hasn't completely settled down. She has a girlfriend named Ana who is ten years younger than us. Ana is a sweet girl and we hope Alejandra doesn't do anything stupid to mess up their relationship. She insists that Ana is just temporary, but Abbie and I know otherwise. When she isn't at work or with us, she is with Ana. She even introduced her to our wives and brings her to all of our group outings. Ana was Emma and Abilene's preschool teacher and the two of them met when I brought Alejandra with me to pick up the girls from school. They hit it off right away and the two of them have been inseparable ever since.

"Performance is the reason why I wanted to meet with you," Abbie tells us, quickly grabbing our attention.

"Is Serena not putting out?" Alejandra asks.

"No," Abbie says hesitantly and sips her martini. "I'm not putting out."

Alejandra spits out her drink and starts choking. "What the fuck?"

"I haven't been looking at Serena the same way," Abbie confessed. "The two of us haven't had sex in months."

Chrissy puts her hand on Abbie's shoulder. "You're just in a slump, sweetheart. It happens to every married couple. You both have demanding jobs, plus you're raising three girls. You two need to get away for a weekend, just the two of you, so you can rediscover what it is that made you fall in love with her."

"It's too late," Abbie confesses. "A couple of weeks ago, Serena and I got into an argument and before either of us said anything we would regret, I left. I ended up going to a bar and while I was there I got approached by another woman. We were drinking and one thing led to another."

I already know where this is going, so I decide to stay quiet and let Abbie finish.

"Abbie, you didn't!" Chrissy says in disgust.

"I did," Abbie says to her and tries not to cry. "It was just once and I swore it was something I had to get out of my system, but then it happened again on my daughter's first day of school and a third time last night. I ended it with her this morning because the guilt is just eating me up inside."

"I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart," Chrissy says."You're going to have tell Serena, though."

"No!" Abbie says worriedly. "I love Serena. She's my best friend and I'm not going to hurt her like that."

"But you already hurt her," I tell Abbie.

"Shut up, Casey," Abbie says angrily. "You cheated on Alex with Alejandra."

"We were 20," Alejandra points out. "There's a difference between what you do when you're 20 and when you're in your mid-30s. Don't you think Casey still feels guilty about that and don't you think she still wishes she never would have hurt Alex?"

"It doesn't matter," Abbie argues. "You still cheated, so you have no right to tell me anything. I'm getting out of here."

Before we can say another word, Abbie gets up from the table and leaves.

"I'm leaving, too," Alejandra tells us after a few more minutes.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I need to hold Ana," she responds. "We're different now, aren't we, Case?"

"We are," I say as reassuringly as I can.

The Carmichael Residence

Abbie's POV

When I get home, the girls are in their rooms and my wife is fast asleep in our bed. She looks so angelic and for the first time in months I'm fighting every urge I have that's telling me to kiss her. I quickly change out of my clothes and into some pajamas so I can climb into bed with her.

"Hold me?" she asks even though she's still half asleep. I wrap my arms around Serena and pull her close to me.

"I love you," I say to her. I feel guilty for telling her that after what I've done, but it's how I truly feel about Serena. No matter what, she's still my wife and the mother of my children. A part of me wants to tell her what I've done, but I know this isn't the right time.

"You feel so good," she says. "It's been forever since you've actually held me."

"I'm going to hold you every night from now on," I tell her.

"And I'm going to let you," she teases.

"Rena?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Let's go somewhere, just the two of us."

"Like out to dinner?" she asks and I can't help but smile at her.

"I meant, let's go on vacation, just us. I need to get away."

"From what?"

"From the world," I tell her. "I don't care where we go. I just want to be with you. We can get a room and never leave it."

"Oh, that's what you have planned," she says flirtatiously.

"Maybe I just want to get reacquainted with my wife and make love to you for an entire weekend," I tell her. "When was the last time we went a whole weekend without wearing any clothes?"

"We've never done that," she reminds me.

"Then don't you think we should?"

"I think," Serena begins to say before kissing me. "...that's the greatest idea you've ever had and we should definitely go somewhere together."

"Rena?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we should start practicing now?"

"Mommy!" we hear Abilene shout from her room. "Mommy, come here!"

"Duty calls," I say and quickly kiss my wife. "You better be naked when I get back."

Serena pulls her nightie over her head and places it at the foot of our bed. "Hurry back," she says and winks at me.