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Zach: LOLOLOLOLOL

“Ilied to Zach.”

Zoe spins around, coffee pot in hand, the delicious goodness sloshing around inside. “What!” Her screech is so loud that I cover my ears.

“Quiet!”

“You quiet, you liar. What in the hell did you lie about, Delia?”

“Wellllll…”

“You know I hate it when you do that shit. Out with it,” she interrupts.

“Rawr. Fine. So remember last night when you were all ‘come to my room to tell me all the juicy details’ and then I went to your room and you were fast asleep so I tried to wake you but you sleep like the dead?”

“I didn’t know you tried to wake me, but please continue.”

“Well about an hour or so after Zach left, I texted him about something and he was all, ‘Why are you still up?’ I told him I was talking to you.”

“Mhmm, and then.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Zoe.”

“I know this.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was too…wound up, if you know what I mean.”

“I think I do.”

“I waswound up.I had to…let off a little steam, if you will.”

“Hmm…” She sets the coffee pot down and folds her arms over her chest. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“I had to…ugh! I had torelax.”

“I’m still not following.” I hear it. Right there, I hear it—the sarcasm, the encouragement. She’s toying with me.

I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

She shrugs. “If you’re grown enough to do it, you’re grown enough to say it.”

“Fine.” I drop my head into my hands. “I was touching myself.”

“What was that? Louder, please.”

“I WAS MASTURBATING!”

A forceful knock sounds on the wall, coming from the apartment next door. “GOOD FOR YOU, GIRL!”

Zoe and I exchange glances and fall into fits of laughter.

“Who in the hell was that?”

“I have no idea. I didn’t even know anyone had moved in.”

“Well, great. Thanks to you, they now know I diddle myself.”

“Oh please.” Zoe waves a hand. “We all do it. Hell, I did it right before you came home last night.”

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