Page 145 of Love Undiscovered
I keep talking. “Let’s be real, I have three sisters and I still don’t understand the draw to a nine hundred dollar pair of shoes.”
“Maybe your sisters aren’t very fashion oriented,” Kat says.
“My sisters are fashionable.”
“Maybe they are just more frugal in their choices for footwear,” Lexie says.
“What makes them worth that much money?” I ask.
“I've never had a pair, I don't know,” Lexie says.
“Picture this,” Kat says. “Your foot is your dick, and the shoe is the most beautiful, wet pussy you've ever seen.”
“Kat!” Lexie says.
“What? Bauer has had sex, apparently with Remi even. I'm not saying anything he hasn't already heard, Lexie.”
For some reason, now that I have been with Remi, talking about sex with Kat makes me feel uncomfortable, guilty even. My face reddens.
“Ha! Bauer, are you embarrassed?” Kat asks.
“Pfft. No. Yes. Why does this feel weird now?”
“Because, you’re in love with Remi,” Lexie says.
“How do you get that from that?” Kat asks.
“Easy, he used to hit on all of us all the time with no problem. Now he's embarrassed when you bring up S-E-X,” Lexie says.
“You're spelling it why?” Kat asks. Lexie shrugs in return.
“Oh, to live in your head, Lex,” Kat says.
“No better place to be!”
I turn to them both. “Can you explain about the shoe without comparing it to sex?”
“Nope,” Kat says with a smirk. “Your foot is the cock, and that shoe is the best motherfucking pussy in the world. And you'll pay just about anything to get in it.”
“Apparently,” I say dryly.
“And, they are sexy as hell on,” Kat says. “They make your legs look a mile long. And when you strut, that beautiful red sole flashes and everyone knows that you are wearing—”
“A vagina shoe,” Lexie interrupts.
We all laugh at that.
“Good one, Lex,” Kat says, still smiling.
“Thanks!” Lexie preens.
I decide to change the subject. “Matthews get called out for the fires?” I ask Kat.
“Yep. It's outta control, they need all the help they can get.”
“That’s got to be difficult to deal with,” I say.
“I'd like to say I'm used to it, you know. But you never get used to it. So I have to remind myself that people die, every day. From all sorts of crazy, mundane things. And just because his job is more high-risk, doesn't necessarily make it more deadly. Even though that sounds like an oxymoronic statement,” she says.
“Not really,” I say. “I get what you're saying.”
“Plus, I have terminal cancer,” Kat says. “So it evens the score.”
“Fuck cancer,” Lexie shouts from the back seat.
“Oh, I love this song.” Kat leans over and turns the radio station up.
“Ain't No Mountain High Enough,” blares from the speakers, she and Lexie sing the entire song at the top of their lungs. And almost every song thereafter until we reach the city limits. For some reason, it doesn't bother me a bit.
