package closer to my face. “It appears to be from Mrs. Barrows. Maybe she dipped it in her whore-scented, cheap cologne to give you something to remember her by other than her being an easy, uninspired lay.” She turned to Kellie. “What’s the name of the perfume she wears, Bitch in Heat?”
She dropped the envelope onto the chair next to me and downed a shot of Patron. She sucked on a lime, pursed her lips, shook her mane of blond hair, and came up with a smile. “Hi, everyone.” She acknowledged Officer Donahue with a familial “Tommy” and blew him a kiss across the table. She greeted Kellie with a hug and complimented her outfit. She stood and offered her hand to JB, James, and Secunda, adding a sincere “nice to meet you.” She repeated the tequila routine again and suddenly her cheeks were rosy and all hint of dismay had vanished. I folded Lizzy Barrows’s letter quickly to avoid any further complications and put it in my jeans pocket.
Secunda lifted his glass of Patron and toasted the table: “To new friends, to new adventures. May our get-together be the beginning of something special, something we can share with our children and their children as well.” He took special note of Kellie on that last line and finished with, “L’chaim.” We all drank.
Kellie was a sweet, virginal vision. Sexy, true, but if you told me she had never been kissed, I wouldn’t have been surprised. I wondered what a slutty girl was supposed to look like. Then I again realized how stupid guys could be. If the stupid-guy club needed a leader I would be elected president in a landslide. I drank my beer and waited to see what would happen next.
Secunda was a terrific host. He got acquainted with Veronica and talked up JB to Officer Tom. He made sure everyone was enjoying the first part of the meal and kept the glasses topped off. Margie buzzed about attending to our needs. Veronica was friendly to everyone—except me. The Barrows note burned in my pocket, but I was afraid to open it before dinner.
Kellie, who had excused herself just minutes ago for reasons unknown, returned all smiles and yummy. As she sauntered back to the table I noticed how her top pushed her breasts up into what was the perfect position. Perhaps it was the tequila, but I thought if I ever developed man boobs I’d ask her where she bought that particular garment.
At her side was a very slender brunette with long, straight hair that reached her coccyx bone. She was pale and wore dark eye shadow and heavy eyeliner. She had a long, lean figure that was extremely attractive if a bit bony for my tastes. She was early twenties, had dark, dark eyes and an easy grin. She wore cutoff denim that made the word “short” insufficient. A black T-shirt that read CAPE COD WHALERS was tied above her waist, showing her bare, taut midriff. On her feet she wore white high-tops and no socks.
Her smile suggested she’d had a couple of cocktails. She was open and friendly as Kellie made the social overtures. When it came time for James to be introduced, Kellie announced that Maggie, the brunette, was here as his date. Kellie couldn’t imagine the evening “which was so much fun” continuing without James having someone on his arm. Maggie agreed and began chatting up James. I thought it sweet, yet wondered as I sized up Maggie whether she was really slutty. Then I decided my head would explode if I focused on the issue much more this evening.
Eventually, the table was littered with the remains of eight lobsters whose lives had ended. They died to please us, to sate our appetites, and to act as an aphrodisiac to four young couples. They had fought a good battle and lost. Perhaps they would be honored in lobster heaven. As for us, the evening was just starting.
After dinner I watched everyone at the table. JB was in an intermittent lip lock with our soon to be Boston detective. She was so enamored that she even allowed him to put out her last two cigarettes in the
She dropped the envelope onto the chair next to me and downed a shot of Patron. She sucked on a lime, pursed her lips, shook her mane of blond hair, and came up with a smile. “Hi, everyone.” She acknowledged Officer Donahue with a familial “Tommy” and blew him a kiss across the table. She greeted Kellie with a hug and complimented her outfit. She stood and offered her hand to JB, James, and Secunda, adding a sincere “nice to meet you.” She repeated the tequila routine again and suddenly her cheeks were rosy and all hint of dismay had vanished. I folded Lizzy Barrows’s letter quickly to avoid any further complications and put it in my jeans pocket.
Secunda lifted his glass of Patron and toasted the table: “To new friends, to new adventures. May our get-together be the beginning of something special, something we can share with our children and their children as well.” He took special note of Kellie on that last line and finished with, “L’chaim.” We all drank.
Kellie was a sweet, virginal vision. Sexy, true, but if you told me she had never been kissed, I wouldn’t have been surprised. I wondered what a slutty girl was supposed to look like. Then I again realized how stupid guys could be. If the stupid-guy club needed a leader I would be elected president in a landslide. I drank my beer and waited to see what would happen next.
Secunda was a terrific host. He got acquainted with Veronica and talked up JB to Officer Tom. He made sure everyone was enjoying the first part of the meal and kept the glasses topped off. Margie buzzed about attending to our needs. Veronica was friendly to everyone—except me. The Barrows note burned in my pocket, but I was afraid to open it before dinner.
Kellie, who had excused herself just minutes ago for reasons unknown, returned all smiles and yummy. As she sauntered back to the table I noticed how her top pushed her breasts up into what was the perfect position. Perhaps it was the tequila, but I thought if I ever developed man boobs I’d ask her where she bought that particular garment.
At her side was a very slender brunette with long, straight hair that reached her coccyx bone. She was pale and wore dark eye shadow and heavy eyeliner. She had a long, lean figure that was extremely attractive if a bit bony for my tastes. She was early twenties, had dark, dark eyes and an easy grin. She wore cutoff denim that made the word “short” insufficient. A black T-shirt that read CAPE COD WHALERS was tied above her waist, showing her bare, taut midriff. On her feet she wore white high-tops and no socks.
Her smile suggested she’d had a couple of cocktails. She was open and friendly as Kellie made the social overtures. When it came time for James to be introduced, Kellie announced that Maggie, the brunette, was here as his date. Kellie couldn’t imagine the evening “which was so much fun” continuing without James having someone on his arm. Maggie agreed and began chatting up James. I thought it sweet, yet wondered as I sized up Maggie whether she was really slutty. Then I decided my head would explode if I focused on the issue much more this evening.
Eventually, the table was littered with the remains of eight lobsters whose lives had ended. They died to please us, to sate our appetites, and to act as an aphrodisiac to four young couples. They had fought a good battle and lost. Perhaps they would be honored in lobster heaven. As for us, the evening was just starting.
After dinner I watched everyone at the table. JB was in an intermittent lip lock with our soon to be Boston detective. She was so enamored that she even allowed him to put out her last two cigarettes in the
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