With her back turned to Samantha, she put out three glasses. I had an unobstructed view, and saw her put some white powder into one of the glasses. She gave the spiked drink to my wife and we toasted the WTI deal. Samantha finished the flute of champagne without any prompting, and closed her eyes. She just sat at the table with her eyes closed for about two minutes. Then her eyes popped open, and she said that we should go out to celebrate. I suggested a new French restaurant that had just opened.
"I'd love to really let my hair down," Amanda proclaimed. "I feel like being sexy and fast, and breaking all the rules."
Samantha jumped up and said, "That would be great! I'm sick of stuffy restaurants and the same old crowd." The crowd that I don't think she had ever been outside of in her life.
"Well let's go, right now!" Amanda suggested that we stop at her apartment. "You can borrow something to wear, Samantha. Oh, and I think my ex boyfriend even left an outfit that you'd fit into, Robert." And with Samantha insistent, I reluctantly agreed.
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