1. Marcy's Playground 9 by loyalsock


    Date: 2/4/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... that's what I said. Anyway, they have this friend. Evan, the cute guy, introduced me to his friend, and he asked me out for dinner, and the rest is history.&#034 &#034You're just now telling me this!&#034 &#034It just happened.&#034 &#034And you slept with him on the first date!&#034 &#034What? No!&#034 Well, sort of. &#034No,&#034 I said again. &#034So how many dates have you had?&#034 &#034A few,&#034 I said. &#034Mmn-hmmn.&#034 She crossed her arms over her ample chest. &#034So does this mystery man have a name?&#034 &#034Jean-Luc.&#034 &#034Ooooo, very French.&#034 I smiled. &#034When do I meet him?&#034 &#034Ack!&#034 Like never. &#034Invite him to the picnic at the lake tomorrow.&#034 &#034What?&#034 Hell no. &#034Jamie's picnic.&#034 &#034That's a bad idea, Bev.&#034 &#034Why? He's not married is he? Oh my God. He's married.&#034 &#034He's not married,&#034 I said. &#034Then why not?&#034 &#034He's like, older.&#034 &#034Like forty?&#034 &#034Ack! No, not like forty.&#034 &#034Thirty?&#034 &#034No!&#034 &#034So, what? Eighteen and a half?&#034 Wise-acre. Jeez. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six? &#034So how old is he?&#034 Bevvie asked. &#034Twenty-five,&#034 I said. &#034Big deal,&#034 Bevvie said. &#034My father is ten years older than my mother.&#034 Hhm. &#034And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?&#034 &#034That's different,&#034 I said. &#034It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents.&#034 &#034But didn't your ...
    ... mom get married at eighteen?&#034 &#034Huh.&#034 &#034So invite him to the lake.&#034 &#034No,&#034 I said. She rolled her eyes around, and she rolled her whole head with it. &#034Why not?&#034 &#034He doesn't want to go to some high school thing.&#034 &#034Jamie's older s****r will be there, and she's a senior in college. And his cousin will be there, and he's twenty-five. And their friends will be there. So ask him.&#034 &#034You're freaking pushy,&#034 I said. &#034Gotta love it,&#034 she said. Or not. &#034He won't want to go,&#034 I said. &#034Why don't you call him and find out?&#034 she asked. &#034I really hate you,&#034 I said. But I got my phone. I wasn't sure exactly what to write. I texted. 'Invited to join some friends and others for picnic at lake tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?' He texted back right away. 'Sure. What time?' &#034Holy shit,&#034 I said. &#034Bingo,&#034 Bevvie said, looking over my shoulder. &#034Is he cute?&#034 &#034Yeah,&#034 I said. &#034He's really cute.&#034 &#034Does he have a b*****r?&#034 &#034Ah, I don't know,&#034 I said. &#034What did you talk about?&#034 &#034We didn't exactly talk.&#034 Bevvie and I cracked up. &#034Was it good?&#034 &#034Do you ever let up?&#034 &#034No.&#034 &#034Bye, Bevvie,&#034 I said, and I walked her to the door. She gave out a huge, exaggerated sigh. &#034You're going to give me details you know.&#034 In your dreams. &#034Bye, Bev,&#034 I said again. &#034Bye. See ya tomorrow.&#034 I rested my head against ...
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