"Come in for a cup of tea. I won't take no for an answer," Gemma said laying on her charm extra thick. Sharon hesitated but said, "Oh, ok. Yea, I'd love some tea."
I grinned like the Cheshire Cat as I heard Sharon go into the apartment and Gemma close the door behind her.
Now for the tricky part.
I stood up and walked up to the apartment door, unlocking it and going inside. I followed the sounds of Gemma and Sharon talking into the kitchen. They were seated at the table. Water was boiling in the teapot.
"Hey!" I greeted them enthusiastically. Sharon recognized me and smiled.
"Hey! I remember you from earlier. Do you live here?" She asked me.
"Yea, I gave my roommate your phone to give to you because I have class. I came back because I forgot something," I said before heading down the hall to where the bedrooms were, but instead of going into my bedroom, I went into Gemma's. I headed straight for her dresser and opened her jewelry box. There in a little tiny baggy, was exactly what I was looking for. I removed two ecstasy pills from the baggy, returned the baggy to the jewelry box and closed the jewelry box. Now that I had what I was looking for, I quietly exited Gemma's room. I went back into the kitchen with the ecstasy pills in my hand.
"So, I just checked my email and my class is cancelled too so I could've given you your phone myself," I told them. Just then, the teapot began whistling. "Let me get that for you! You don't have to get up," I said to Gemma as I briskly made my way over to it and removed it from the stove. With my back to them, I dropped the two ecstasy pills into the hot water. I turned around to face Gemma and Sharon wearing a huge grin. I placed the teapot on the table between them and then went to retrieve two large mugs from the cabinet, moving slowly so that the E pills had time to dissolve. I placed one mug in front of Gemma and the other in front of Sharon. Then I brought out the sugar and tea bags.
"How do you take your tea?" I asked Sharon. "Gemma likes hers with vanilla almond milk."
"Oh, do you have cream? If not, I'll try the vanilla almond milk," Sharon said. I opened the refrigerator and peered inside.
"You're in luck, we have cream!" I announced. I brought out the cream and the vanilla almond milk and placed them on the table before sitting down. I watched them put teabags in their cups and then pour hot water onto the tea bags as I fought to hide my excitement.
"You're not going to have any tea?" Gemma asked me. I frowned and shook my head no. I was having too much fun watching them prepare their tea.
"So, what are you girl’s majors?" Sharon asked us.
"I'm an English major," Gemma answered. I had been dreading this very conversation.
"I'm an art major," I said. At this, I had Sharon's full attention.
"That's why I saw you in the art building. I wonder if you've had my husband's course yet. Figure Drawing 101?"
"Professor Moore is your husband?" I asked feigning surprise. She smiled bright.
"Yes, he is. We actually met here on this campus," she said proudly.
"How romantic," Gemma said smiling and stirring their tea. Their tea was ready, enough stirring, time to drink!
"I was one of the nude models for his class. That's how we met," Sharon continued. "How do you like the class?" She asked me.
"Your husband’s methods are very interesting," I answered. If only she knew, I thought. She giggled and took a sip of her tea. Yes! I cheered inside.
"Yes, I agree. So, what do you two plan on doing with your degrees when you finish?" She asked us.
"We're both enrolled in the education program so after we graduate, we plan on beginning careers as teachers," Gemma told her, taking her first sip of tea. I bit my lip to fight back a smile.
"That's awesome! I wish you both luck," she told us.
"So, what do you do?" I asked her.
"Well I used to model, as I told you, but now, I am retired,” Sharon answered, taking a long sip of her tea.
"You're pretty young to be retired," Gemma pointed out.
"Well modeling careers don't usually last that long. After that, I tried some acting and was in a few small-budget productions. Now I'm a desperate housewife," she said with a chuckle and a sip.
"Do you have any kids?" I asked her. The question seemed to catch her off guard and sadden her a little.
"No, no kids," she said. I hadn't been paying Gemma