Early December a month earlier
Molly Robertson was a plus size model and had just attended a party where leggings were being sold. She bought several pairs which include one pair of red white and blue with the American flags prominent and one pair which was orange with pumpkins.
She was taken a needed break and had come down to Florida to vacation with the few remaining relatives who still lived in Florida. Aunt Sally by marriage had invited her to come to the party.
She had changed into different leggings and had gone downstairs modeling them.
The party had taken place at Aunt Sally's home in Ponce Inlet. No one knew that rock star Mark Malls was hiding on the 4th floor bedroom. He'd been there for several hours waiting for the party goers to leave. For two years he and Molly Robertson who was 20 years his junior were having an extra-marital affair.
Mark Malls had long jet black hair and green eyes and was of average height. He was drop dead gorgeous.
No one would ever suspect or know that he was having an affair with a plus size model (size 8-10), someone who he'd never been seen with in public walking hand in hand. She had come to some events that he had hosted but had always been in the back of the room or in the background. She would be lucky if he would even say hello to her as he had told her to be in the background.
He could hear the woman downstairs laughing and carrying on. Then the door opened and Molly came in dressed in a leggings outfit that he liked.
"Well, finally, I thought you never would stop talking. Oh and I heard you downstairs chattering away. Do you know that your voice really carries?"
Molly was madly in love with Mark and had been since she was a teen. She had met him when she had attended a rock concert in Miami during fashion week at a bar. She had just turned 25. They had carried on a secret relationship for nearly 2 years.
Mark looked out the window. The party had gone outside with many of the party goers going out to the beach. They were finally gone.
"I was wearing my red leggings that Stevie likes. With everyone down at the beach, we could finally enjoyed each others company. Love and kisses to Stevie. I feel like I'm on top of the world when I with Stevie. When he looks into my eyes, I feel like he loves me. At least I hope so. He's rarely said that he's loves me, so I don't know. I know that I love him, love him, love him, love him. After we were finished having sex, Stevie wanted to leave ASAP. No one noticed as we sneaked out of the house. He hid in the back seat of my car. I drove by those at the party and they waved to me. They had no clue."