Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Ever spent...

....a late summer night in a hot cabin with your ex husband and your oldest friends?

Molly Kaff has...



“What?” Rachael teased. I still didn’t open my eyes. “Are you really going to pretend you didn’t tell us all what Jamie looked like naked?”
            “Can’t we pretend that never happened?” I grumbled, the skin on my neck and face growing hot.
When Jamie and I consummated our relationship, all three friends celebrated it as if we’d discovered a cure for cancer. Unfortunately for the world, we hadn’t cured anything but extreme sexual frustration at camp. I didn’t exhibit post-coitus discretion, and promptly told the girls every detail. Including a detailed description of Jamie in his birthday suit.
“No, we cannot pretend that never happened,” Rachael announced, pulling me out of my trip down memory lane. “In fact, if memory serves, doesn’t Mr. Burnham have a trio of moles right at the base of—”
“Argh! Your attention to detail is disturbing.” Wincing, I threw back my drink in one burning gulp, then wiped my lips. “Why did you even ask, if you already knew everything?”
“Because I wanted to give you a chance to insult his junk.” She shrugged simply, and looked at Jared. “It’s part of the process, insulting his penis size. Right?”
He didn’t look up. “Exactly right.”
“No, it’s not.” I shook my head, shuddering after my drink. “Not for me.”
Rachael’s smirk faded as she poured me another drink. “That’s because you’re not over him.”
“Not true.” I took the glass and threw it back. My arms and legs felt heavy, and my throat burned. All of which felt better than owning up to Rach being right. “I don’t. I mean, I’m not. I mean, I am,thank you very much.”
“Sure you are.” Her nostrils flared. “You know the best way to get over someone is to—”
“I know, I know. Get under someone new.”
She chuckled at her wittiness. “Well, yeah.”
“I can’t do that.” I sighed, and sat back in my chair, swirling the vodka again. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Rachael down another drink, then blinked repeatedly to focus on me. “I know it. You’re not that type. You’ve always been too loyal and pure for your own good. It’s actually a beautiful character trait.”
I smiled lazily at her. “Well, thank you.”
Her fist landed on the makeshift table with a thud. “But it’s time to become a slut!”