Jessica did some strategic analysis before she decided to come. How likely was it that a teacher she had when she was a student just a couple years ago might be there? Not likely, unless Skywalker was becoming a swinger. Would she get all hung up and jealous if Tamsin hooked up with someone else? She was pretty sure that, no, the feelings in play were a more general kind of liking and, yes, lust. Nothing too awkward. Would she regret any of it in the morning? Maybe, but not enough to NOT scratch the polleny itch.

So Jessica showed up, with a bottle of wine and a veggie tray. Because she also figured there was no way there would be snacks more sophisticated than potato chips. She was wrong, of course. Corn was classier than potato. Obviously.