“Kayla Rainford. The first Mrs. Rainford,” the redhead said, offering her hand to Slick and Sam.

“Olivia Rainford. The second Mrs. Rainford,” the blonde said. She shook hands all around.

“Zoe Rainford. The third Mrs. Rainford,” a black-haired woman with eyes just as dark said.

“I’m the fourth Mrs. Rainford. Call me Sam. My divorce was finalized yesterday,” Sam said. “Please, sit down. Have a drink. This little party is on me.”

The women looked at Slick. “I’m Sara, but my friends call me Slick, and I don’t belong to your little club. I’m just a friend of Sam’s.” She poured from the pitcher and signaled the waitress for another.

Sam eyed the beautiful women and wondered what in the world had possessed her to initiate this meeting. Maybe it was washing out of the FBI. Maybe it was the signed divorce papers. Maybe she just wanted to know how the three women had gone on with their lives after Douglas divorced them. Maybe a lot of things.

“We need to make a toast,” Slick said. “I say we make it to new beginnings and to womanhood.”

The women raised their glasses and drained them. Slick poured again.

And they’re on their way, the man at the bar thought. He headed back to the buffet and filled his plate again. He was back on his barstool as the women started to explain their relationships with Douglas Rainford, III.

“I guess I’ll start, since I was the first. At least I think I was the first,” Kayla said. “Douglas used to come to see me dance. I’m an exotic dancer.” Sam raised her eyebrows. “Okay, I’m a belly dancer. I have muscles in my stomach that are like steel. My real job is working as an architect. I just dance three nights a week. I make more money dancing than I do at my real job. Douglas swept me off my feet,” she said, with a dreamy look in her eyes. “His money dazzled me, I admit it. The honeymoon was fantastic. He divorced me three weeks after the honeymoon. I walked away with five grand. One of the Prizzis called me into the office and served the papers on me right there. I have to tell you, it was a hell of a honeymoon. I had stars in my eyes the whole time. And the bait of the ten million down the road didn’t hurt either. That’s my story.”

“Mine is pretty much the same,” Olivia began. “Three weeks after the honeymoon, he gave me my walking papers courtesy of the Prizzi law firm. I didn’t see it coming either. I took my five thousand dollars and walked off into the night. I have to agree with Kayla, the honeymoon was out of this world. Nothing ever measured up to it. I can’t deny he was a hell of a lover.”