And now she was blowing up my phone as I did the walk of shame back from Rick’s Bar, pretending I was just out for a stroll in a man’s t-shirt, as one does.
DELIA
tell me everything
right now
i want all the details
i want to know how many times he went down on you
i want to know how big his cock is
describe it
is he circumcised
maggie
maggie
MAGGIE
m a g g i e l a i n e
also i got a threesome out of this in case you were wondering. first time!
That was the thing that finally got me to respond, dialing her number instead of texting.
“A threesome?!” I said, instead of hello.
“Good morning to you too,” Delia said, sounding insufferably pleased with herself. “First time, as stated. Jake was very enthusiastic.”
“Jake and Connor?!”
“Jake and a lovely woman named Brianna who was also staying at the inn.” A pause. “Connor went home early, by the way. He figured out pretty quickly that you weren’t coming back.”
I winced. “I feel terrible about that.”
“Don’t. He was very gracious about it. Said and I quote—the bartender clearly had more of a claim.”
“Oh god.”
“He’s not wrong.” I could hear her smiling. “Now. Your turn. Walk of shame report, go.”
“I’m not doing a walk of shame,” I said. “I’m taking a morning stroll.”
“In Nash’s shirt?”
I looked down at myself. Then back up, frowning.
“How do you know what I’m wearing?” I asked.
Her voice dropped to a dramatic attempt at scary. “Because I’m right behind you.”
I whipped around and saw her car pulled over at the curb, Delia leaning out the window and waving at me with a cheerful smile.
She was also in last night’s clothes. Good for her.
