shoulder. Her white T-shirt had an ochre tint to it.
"I slept with you."
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."
"We broke up the minute you kissed me." Chase took another enormous swig. Her nerves were settling.
"Dude, who's the Casanova now," Graciela said.
Chase scowled at her. She could tell Gitana wasn't pleased that she'd left out this particular detail of her life.
"It's kind of like how I didn't know about Nora until she had me off the floor with her hands around my neck," Chase said.
"Oh, good, the story improves," Delia said.
"I'll say," Graciela said, as she and Delia toasted their paper beer cups.
"You do have a point there," Gitana said. She sipped her lemonade and seemed to ponder this.
"Remember what you told Nora, about how when you meet your soul mate it's a once in a lifetime event and if you pass it by it's lost forever?"
"Yes." Gitana stroked Chase's cheek.
"Wow, that's deep," Delia said. Her admiration and enlarged libido were evident.
Chase gave her a look.
"I know, she's yours."
Gitana took Chase's hand. "Are you sure you're all right? We could call it a day."
"What and miss meeting more of her ex-girlfriends," Graciela said.
Delia looked at Gitana. "Are any of your ex-girlfreinds as pissed off?"
"No, Nora is one of my best friends and she adores Chase."
Graciela yawned in mockery.
"What about the others?" Delia asked. She sipped her beer and peered at Gitana over the top of the cup.
"They were temporary liaisons without much emotional attachment."
"So pretty much one-night stands and fuck buddies," Graciela said.
"I wouldn't put it that way. It was more like young women exploring each other's bodies in a physical way," Gitana replied.
"Gag me," Graciela said. She turned to watch another exquisite example of womankind walk by.
"How about you, Chase?" Delia said.
"What is this, confession time?" Chase finished her beer.
"I'll get you another one," Graciela said, hopping up.
Chase glanced at Gitana.
"I'll drive home. I can still fit behind the steering wheel."
Graciela dashed off to the beer tent. "No telling stories until I get back."
Chase scanned the crowd looking for potential hazards. Gitana noticed. "How many others do we have to look out for?"
"At least three."
"That's the problem with Pride. Your past keeps popping up," Delia said.
Graciela came back with another round. Chase slipped a twenty in her pocket.
"Thanks, dude. So confess."
"Do I have to?" Chase sipped her beer and avoided the eyes fixed upon her.
A unanimous "Yes," was the response.
"All right, I guess I have to. I'll make it short. I was a freak magnet. I wasn't the pursuer."
"You were the fish," Graciela said. "Not a good position. So, sis put the moves on you."
"Pretty much."
"Nice work." She patted Gitana on the back.
"We know that part. Who was your first, second and third?" Delia said.
"You know, that's one of the pitfalls of hanging out with another writer, you probe."
"You were the one that brought up cannibalization which requires a lot of material." Delia reminded her.
"What the hell? Is that something kinky like in The Hunger?" Graciela asked, turning around yet again to check out a girl wearing a thong and pasties.
"You're going to throw out your neck if you keep doing that," Gitana said. She poured her leftover ice from her first lemonade into her second. The day had grown hot as summer slowly made its way forward.
"No, it's a writing term, smut-head," Chase informed her.
"Anyway, back to the subject at hand," Delia said.
"All right, back to my sordid past. It's comprised of three psychopaths. The first was Janet. She was on my soccer team when I was sixteen—up to that point I had no interest in boys and successfully avoided all school dances. Lacey had told me enough about blow
"I slept with you."
"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."
"We broke up the minute you kissed me." Chase took another enormous swig. Her nerves were settling.
"Dude, who's the Casanova now," Graciela said.
Chase scowled at her. She could tell Gitana wasn't pleased that she'd left out this particular detail of her life.
"It's kind of like how I didn't know about Nora until she had me off the floor with her hands around my neck," Chase said.
"Oh, good, the story improves," Delia said.
"I'll say," Graciela said, as she and Delia toasted their paper beer cups.
"You do have a point there," Gitana said. She sipped her lemonade and seemed to ponder this.
"Remember what you told Nora, about how when you meet your soul mate it's a once in a lifetime event and if you pass it by it's lost forever?"
"Yes." Gitana stroked Chase's cheek.
"Wow, that's deep," Delia said. Her admiration and enlarged libido were evident.
Chase gave her a look.
"I know, she's yours."
Gitana took Chase's hand. "Are you sure you're all right? We could call it a day."
"What and miss meeting more of her ex-girlfriends," Graciela said.
Delia looked at Gitana. "Are any of your ex-girlfreinds as pissed off?"
"No, Nora is one of my best friends and she adores Chase."
Graciela yawned in mockery.
"What about the others?" Delia asked. She sipped her beer and peered at Gitana over the top of the cup.
"They were temporary liaisons without much emotional attachment."
"So pretty much one-night stands and fuck buddies," Graciela said.
"I wouldn't put it that way. It was more like young women exploring each other's bodies in a physical way," Gitana replied.
"Gag me," Graciela said. She turned to watch another exquisite example of womankind walk by.
"How about you, Chase?" Delia said.
"What is this, confession time?" Chase finished her beer.
"I'll get you another one," Graciela said, hopping up.
Chase glanced at Gitana.
"I'll drive home. I can still fit behind the steering wheel."
Graciela dashed off to the beer tent. "No telling stories until I get back."
Chase scanned the crowd looking for potential hazards. Gitana noticed. "How many others do we have to look out for?"
"At least three."
"That's the problem with Pride. Your past keeps popping up," Delia said.
Graciela came back with another round. Chase slipped a twenty in her pocket.
"Thanks, dude. So confess."
"Do I have to?" Chase sipped her beer and avoided the eyes fixed upon her.
A unanimous "Yes," was the response.
"All right, I guess I have to. I'll make it short. I was a freak magnet. I wasn't the pursuer."
"You were the fish," Graciela said. "Not a good position. So, sis put the moves on you."
"Pretty much."
"Nice work." She patted Gitana on the back.
"We know that part. Who was your first, second and third?" Delia said.
"You know, that's one of the pitfalls of hanging out with another writer, you probe."
"You were the one that brought up cannibalization which requires a lot of material." Delia reminded her.
"What the hell? Is that something kinky like in The Hunger?" Graciela asked, turning around yet again to check out a girl wearing a thong and pasties.
"You're going to throw out your neck if you keep doing that," Gitana said. She poured her leftover ice from her first lemonade into her second. The day had grown hot as summer slowly made its way forward.
"No, it's a writing term, smut-head," Chase informed her.
"Anyway, back to the subject at hand," Delia said.
"All right, back to my sordid past. It's comprised of three psychopaths. The first was Janet. She was on my soccer team when I was sixteen—up to that point I had no interest in boys and successfully avoided all school dances. Lacey had told me enough about blow
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