Page 22 of Glory Hole

His band will be playing in a town about two hours from here tomorrow night. The girls and I are planning to go. I’m really excited to see him perform. Mostly just excited to see him. The last few days he’s been gone, I’ve really missed him. We worked through our little postdate awkward patch the following day, before he left. He came to see me at the bookstore. I almost died when he showed up unexpectedly carrying a huge bouquet of beautiful flowers. Of course, I wanted to pounce on him like the sex-crazed lunatic I’ve become, but we kept the PDA to a minimum this time. Likely because Ti was at the bookstore with us or I probably wouldn’t have been able to contain myself.

I finish setting up the wine and snacks just as a knock sounds at the door. I open it to Christina, Evelyn, and Jen in the middle of a conversation about Jen’s period.

“Hey Glory. I brought more wine.” Christina holds up the bags before turning to Jen to ask, “Didn’t you just have a period two weeks ago?”

“No. It was a month ago. I’m tracking it since I switched to this new birth control. Hi Glory, I have chocolate and gummy bears,” Jen adds, as she scoots past me with her bags, following Christina into the kitchen.

“I’m with Ti. I feel like you have a period every other week,” I shout toward Jen’s retreating form.

“It does feel like that, doesn’t it?” Jen asks frowning as I turn to Evelyn who is still standing empty-handed in my hallway.

“I carried a watermelon,” Evelyn says with a very serious expression. I bust out laughing before grabbing her hand and dragging her through the door.

“Shit, get in here, crazy.”

“I didn’t have time to stop for any goodies this time. Myabuela’sbirthday party ran long because of the strippers.”

I stop laughing as I tilt my head and look at Evelyn who has a dead serious expression on her face. Evelyn has a wicked sense of humor and half the time you can’t take what she says as serious. Did she just say strippers?

“Strippers? There were strippers at your grandmother’s ninetieth birthday party? You’re serious?”

She shudders and nods. “Yep. I’ll never get that image out of my head. My sweet abuela was sitting in a chair surrounded by all of the ladies from her church group, her daughters, and granddaughters. Then the music started. Out came three men that looked like they just left a Magic Mike audition. My grandma took a liking to one. She started shoving a lot of money into the front of his thong. So, he worked her over good. When I left, he had his head up her skirt between her thighs. I heard motor boating sounds. Some things can never be unseen, Glory. This, this is one of those things. I need alcohol and eye bleach, now please.”

“Oh Lord, you poor girl.” I hug Ev before we walk into the kitchen to get her drunk, really drunk.

We settle down in my living room with our drinks and food to discuss this week’s group read,Club Whoreby Kim Jones.

“Delilah was a whore, and she likes her some pain. And go.” Evelyn kicks off her heels and leans back into the cushions of the sofa, glass of wine in hand. She flings a mass of her dark hair over her shoulder before pulling her feet up to rest underneath her.

“Yes, Ev. She was a pain slut,” Jen adds as she rips the top off a pack of gummy bears. She grabs a few and tosses them into her mouth, then she groans her approval. “But Bryce, holy fucking swoon. He was kind of her Dom but he wasn’t a Dom. He gave her the pain she craved in a safe way.”

“Good point, Jen. I never thought I’d want to be tied to a tree, but if it was Bryce and his Cajun accent telling me to “Take off your clothes, Love” so he could tie me to a tree, I’d be all in. All fucking in.” Hell, would I ever. I wonder if I can get Beck to tie me to a tree? I wonder if he can speak in a Cajun accent?

“Yes, girl, that Cajun accent, mmm.” Evelyn closes her eyes and smiles recalling the deliciousness that is Bryce before sipping her wine.

“What exactly is a Cajun accent?” Christina asks before reaching over from where she sits in the oversized chair in my reading nook to pick up Wookie.

“It’s a mix of dialects, English and French, I believe. God, I love a sexy man with a Cajun accent.” I reach out to grab my wine from the coffee table and notice Ti is sitting there with a confused look.

“What is it Ti?”

“Why is the only thing I can think of Bobby Boucher fromWater Boy?”

“Oh lort, no.” Evelyn scrunches her face in disgust before we all laugh, and that devolves into us saying quotes from the movie in our best Bobby voice.

“How about that threesome partay? Damn, that was hot,” Evelyn asks as she tries to steer this motley crew back on topic.

“Yes! Scratch and Crash. Crash, by the way, was taught how to eat pussy by his lesbian Mom. I died when I read that.” Jen laughs and grabs some gummy bears from the bag resting between her legs.

“Someone calls Delilah sugar tits. That shit always gets me. Jen, give me some gummy bears, please.” Evelyn extends her hand and waits for Jen to hand the bag over. Jen side-eyes Ev for a second, but then, with a huff, she hands her the bag.

“I saw a butter tits, too.” Ti laughs and reaches for the wine bottle beside her on the table and starts to fill her glass. “What does butter tits mean? Are they fattening, smooth and creamy?”

“Let me look it up.” I grab my phone and run a quick search. “Okay, slang it says is like butter face.” I look up at Christina.

Her brow is furrowed as she asks, “What’s butter face?”

“You know, like her body is banging, everything but her face…butter face,” Jen adds.

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