Chapter Six
“That’s a try for the Hawks. Connor Grey is having a good game today,” the announcer said.
“Go, Connor,” Julia screamed.
Maggie jumped up and down, cheering with the others. Something was up between Greg and Connor though. She’d seen them exchange words.
“They might win a game for a change,” Susan said.
Christina rubbed her hands together and tugged her bright red and white hat lower over her ears. “How much longer to go? I don’t know about you girls, but I could do with a cup of hot chocolate.”
“The weather is always horrid when the Hawks play,” Maggie said. “The sun will peek out the instant the final whistle blows.”
“Why don’t you all come to my place for hot chocolate and we can start our Maggie makeover?” Christina suggested.
“Good idea,” Julia said.
“I’m there,” Susan said. “I can’t wait to get my hands on Maggie.”
“Should we book a room?” Maggie asked, her chest heaving with silent laughter.
Susan punched her on the arm. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. But seriously. You’re very sexy, and by the time we’re finished with you everyone else will know it.”
“So you’d turn gay for me?” Maggie smirked at the shocked silence. Teasing her friends was fun.
“Would that mean I’d need to spank you?” Susan asked.
Maggie pretended to frown. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but yes. Probably. Spanking is now part of my psyche and non-negotiable.”
“Oh, hark at her.Spanking is part of my psyche.” Christina mimicked her with perfect nuance.
The four women burst into laughter and discussed who they’d turn gay for.
“Not the Prime Minister of New Zealand,” Julia said. “Oops, we’ve missed another try. What is wrong with the Hawks today? They’re going to win a game.”
“Better not let Connor hear you say that,” Maggie said. “He’d spread rumors about blue pubic hair.”
Susan and Christina giggled along with Maggie, but Julia didn’t.
“Are you ever going to let me forget that? The color is growing out, okay?” The testy note in her voice stripped their laughter away.
“I’m sorry, hon,” Maggie said, giving Julia a swift hug. “I didn’t mean to ruffle your feelings.”
Julia sighed. “Put it down to the time of the month. I’m sorry I snapped.”
The final whistle blew and the spectators and teams dispersed.
“Are we going to tell Connor we’re leaving?” Maggie asked.
“I guess we’d better. I’m not in the mood for fending off flirting males in the clubrooms,” Susan said. “It would be nice to have a girls’ afternoon.”
“Maggie, you look sensational,” Susan said, her tone one of awe.
Maggie turned, trying to take in the transformation in the mirror. “So you would turn gay for me?”
“In a New York minute,” Julia said, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. “Spanking and everything.”
Maggie turned her attention to the mirror again. She couldn’t believe the difference in her appearance. The girls had talked her into having her hair cut. The hairdresser had fit her in at late notice and had worked wonders with her straight hair, taking six inches off the end, giving it a better shape and lighter highlights that shimmered under the artificial light.
