Lamé cackles where they’re making a snack in the kitchen.
“Did he, like, take you again, up against a tree? In a bush? On a mat?”
“In a box with a bat?” Lamé chimes in.
I shake my head, working hard to hold back a smile.
Gigi, who’s loving every second of this, laughs so hard I’m afraid she’ll crash.
“I’m not telling you more until you pull over.”
She sighs. “Fine. Give me a sec.” After a moment, she asks, “You gonna do it?”
“What?”
“The kidnapping.”
I shrug. “I signed up for it, but—”
“Seriously? You little—”
“Please don’t crash! I’m hanging up, this isn’t safe.”
“You’re such a buzzkill. There. Okay. I’m safe. Stopped.” Her camera flips to show me a generic parking lot. “Now, what happened after?”
“I went to suspensions. Another workshop.”
“Getting all tied up and stuff?”
I nod. “And then anal.”
“No!”
“Yeah.” I give a one-shouldered shrug. “I’m definitely into anal, but I mostly stayed to annoy Zion.”
She gasps. “He was there?”
“The whole time.”
“Girl, be careful.”
“What?”
“He likes you,” she says in a singsongy voice. “TeeTee and Zion hanging in a tree…”
“Literally!” yells Lamé from the kitchen.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
“Ornot,” I say.
Suddenly it’s too much. My face scrunches and I lean back into the soft cushions of Lamé’s sofa, clean after a long, hot shower, but still a total mess after the day I’ve had. “Ugh! Why didn’t I safe word? Why’d I let him…” I don’t want to think about the moment when he came all over me, the look in his eyes, feral and possessive, as he rubbed it all into me.
“You regret it?” asks Gigi, watching me through the screen.
I blink back into the room, half turned on, close to crying. “Which part? The spanking? The public orgasm or the…” I wave vaguely at my freshly-showered, terry-cloth robe covered body.
“You know which part.” She sounds giddy.
