“I thought you were going to party with them, Myra and Ted.”
“We did, last night.”
“Didn’t go well?”
“You could say that. We met for dinner and they came over to our place for a nightcap.”
“We went for a swim but Myra doesn’t swim. Or hot tub. She’s doesn’t like to get her hair wet, she said.”
“Okay, that’s weird.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s weird. So the rest of us dried off and went back inside. Myra and I started getting naked and Diana and Ted went into the bedroom.”
“Seemed cool, but just as we started to get nasty, Diana came running out of the bedroom in tears.”
“What happened?”
“That’s what I said. She’s crying and hugging me and blurts out that she can’t do it, she can’t screw Ted.”
“She said he looks too much like her father.”
“No shit?”
“The funny thing is, he does. Short, stocky, balding.”
“So they’re mad, she’s bawling and I’m standing there with my dick out.”
“And we were supposed to come with them tonight.”
“Where is Diana?”
“Flirting with the DJ, last I saw her.”
“Isn’t he good friends with Myrna?”
“It’s going to be a weird night.”

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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