think I might feel a little better about myself if I found
out he's slept with another woman since I saw him last.
Is that fucked up
or what?
"Before I
explain myself I need you to tell me something and be completely honest when
you do it."
"Okay,
Winn."
"Have you
slept with anyone since I've been back home?"
"You've been
back home for almost four weeks."
"That's not
an answer, Scott." I hear him let out a puff of air, sighing before he
answers.
"Yes, Winnie.
I've had sex since the last time I saw you."
Oh, thank God. I
honestly feel relieved that I'm not the only whore in this weird friendship the
two of us have started to develop.
"With
who?" The words come out before I even have a moment to process them.
Where did that come from?
"A client I
met at a showing and- you know what? It doesn't matter who."
"That's a
weird reaction. Why don't you want to tell me?"
"It was
Tawny, okay? We sometimes hook up if no one else is around. It's just sex. I
have no feelings for her."
Just like that the
relief I felt earlier is gone and I feel like I might be sick. I had no idea
the two of them hooked up so regularly.
"Oh."
"Since we're
being upfront and honest, I'm guessing this question didn't just come up out of
nowhere. Feeling dirty or guilty about something? Who did you sleep with?"
"I never said
I slept with anyone."
"You didn't
have to. I can hear it in your voice."
Jeez. This isn't
exactly a moment I want to keep reliving, but he does have a point. I wanted
him to be honest with me so now I need to be honest back.
"I may or may
not have slept with the groom-to-be after I stripped for him and his buddies
for his bachelor party." I spit the words out fast, hoping he missed the
part about it being the groom.
"I thought
you didn't strip?"
Fuck my life. I'm
worried about Scott thinking less of me because I screwed a soon-to-be married
man and he's focusing on the fact that I shed my clothes in front of a bunch of
men.
"It's wedding
season and we were short staffed. It was a one-time thing. I feel guilty as
hell about the entire night but I'd been in a bad place for weeks and I just
needed something fun to help me forget."
I don't even
realize what I've said because I'm overwhelmed with guilt all over again. I'm
taken out of my guilt-ridden thoughts as I hear Scott's muffled voice on the
other end of the receiver yelling at someone.
"Is this a
bad time?"
"No, it was
just my dog, Sinatra."
"I didn't
know you had a dog. Where was he at Jared's party?"
"She."
"Huh?"
"She. Sinatra's
a she. The only bitch I'll ever let live in my house."
"Funny."
"A friend was
dog sitting. I have to get someone to watch her when my niece comes over. She's
deathly afraid of animals. Now stop changing the subject. Why did you leave me
that morning?"
To explain this to
him would be impossible. I can think of a million different reasons why I left,
so I'll pick one of those. Jealousy, shame, disgust, want, desire, need... take
your pick. Any of these will be plausible.
The nail polish on
my fingernails is starting to chip so I pick at the polish while figuring out
how to respond.
"I'm not
sure. I was an emotional loose cannon that morning. Every feeling possible was
going through my body. But I think the real reason I left was embarrassment and
shame.
"The things I
did with Tawny is something I've never done before. I'm no prude either, and
I've had a threesomes before, but I was being double penetrated by cock, not
having my tits licked by a childhood friend who also happens to have
tits."
The nail polish on
my thumb is now completely off so I move to my pointer finger.
"And if I'm
being completely honest, I thought it would be just me and you. When Tawny
asked to join in and you didn't say no I was a little bummed. I was also buzzed
but I would have walked away from the whole thing if Tawny hadn't made a move.
When I saw your face after she kissed me, I knew I had to go through with it.
You were so turned on and that got me