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“Wow, he’s gonna have some lady luck when he grows chest hair,” I say admiringly.
Jess turns to me, and I shrink back from the glare. “I think I’m ready to go home.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
I feel so bad for her. In one split second she went from hot and perky, to looking rough and angry. Black streaks her face from where the tears had run down, and bits of half chewed nacho cover her breasts.
She walks out leaning on our waiter, and I pay our bill, calling HUber as I head to the door. When I step out into the cool night I spot Jess sitting sadly on a bench.
Sitting next to her, I rub her back. “I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, well. What can you do? I just wasn’t expecting that you fucked Bo. In my dress.”
“Believe me, I wasn’t expecting to do it. It just happened.”
“I don’t want that dress back, by the way. It’s tainted!” she shudders overdramatically.
I cover my face with my hands. “I know! I am so sorry, Jess.”
“How does this just happen? And like, five minutes after you tell me you’re on your way?” she asks around a cough. She’s sounding much better, but there’s still a roughness to her voice that makes me want to clear my own throat.
“Well, like I said, I ran into them outside. I don’t know, Jess, it was like something crazy came over him, like an enraged bull when he sees the red cape of the matador.” I pause there, taking in my own perfect analogy. “Anyway, he looked hurt, pissed, desperate, all at the same time. Then he dragged me into the house… Shit what Mrs. Jensen must be thinking. She banged on the door almost the entire time!”
Jess visibly cringes for me. “Man, that makes my choking at a fancy restaurant seem like a standing ovation. She probably thinks you’re a slut.”
“Jess!”
“What! I didn’t sayIthink that. But you know she’s probably wondering what kind of woman comes into her house and does that. I mean, Kev and I don’t fuck at our parents’ house, and we’re married!”
I shake and nod my head at the same time, because what she’s saying is true, but every bit of me wants to deny it.
“Well, as you can imagine, the dress was ruined. I should never have worn it in the first place. Now look what I’ve done, exactly what I hated Owen for. Again!”
“So…” she gives me a sideways glance and a sassy grin. “How was it?”
She makes me chuckle against my will and I sit back against the wooden planks. “There are no words, sweet Barbie. He touched me so deep I don’t know if I can ever get him out.”
“He’s that big, eh?”
I slap her on the arm. “Stop it! You know what I mean. Although, I won’t lie. He is the biggest I’ve had.”
“Damn good! It better be worth it, because you know this is the beginning of the end,” she says, her words so serious they scare me. “You are going to tell Owen, aren’t you?”
I frown, because the thought of keeping this to myself had crossed my mind. “Yes. I just don’t know how. What have I done, Jess?”
She shakes her head in sympathy. “I’m here for you. Always, girl.”
“I know.” I lean my head against her shoulder and close my eyes.
The beginning of the end.
