Page 97 of Loathe at First Sight

“What’s stopping you?”

I hold up my fingers to start counting as I list things off. “No money. No collateral to get any type of loan. No one will take me seriously after my previous failings. Besides, I have no idea what kind of business I would want to get into.”

I look up and point my finger at him. “Stop with that face.”

“What face?”

“The face that assures me you are thinking of ways to help. While it’s appreciated, I want to try to do this on my own. I’ve done it once, and I can do it again.”

He exhales a heavy sigh. “Alright, alright. I will be remarkably unhelpful.”

“Well, I could think of a few things that you could help me with.”

“And what would those be?”

“Most of them require me having multiple orgasms.”

With a wicked smile, he rolls over on top of me, beginning to kiss every inch of me. “I think I can definitely help with that.”

thirty-three

Sometimes, You Just Need to Dance

Liz

“There’s no way we are going to be able to eat all this,” Michelle says, eyeing all of the snacks that we have laid out on the coffee table in our parents’ living room.

Jo grabs a paper plate and starts filling it. “Challenge accepted.”

“That wasn’t a challenge,” Michelle begins but quickly realizes who it is that she’s talking to. Jo is always up for a good challenge and has never backed down from a bet in her life. Being the youngest of five, she always had to be pretty scrappy. Out of all of us, she was always the smallest in stature, but the biggest Pitbull.

I remember when she was no more than six or seven years old, and she tried to fight someone who was being mean to Ronnie. If Dylan wouldn’t have carried her back to the house, kicking and screaming, she would have tried to brawl with two people double her age…and her size.

Michelle looks at Jo, “How on Earth do you eat so much and still stay thin as a board?”

With a mouth full of popcorn, she replies, “I’m young. And I haven’t birthed a human out of me yet.”

Michelle nods. “Oh, right.”

Dylan jumps in to ask, “How is Eve doing in school? Any better?”

Confused, I ask, “She’s still not doing well in school? That girl is smart as a whip. She should be acing everything.”

“I agree,” Michelle says. “I don’t think it has anything to do with her not understanding the material. I think she’s sick with a little thing called boy fever.”

“Ohhhh,” I reply, drawing the word out. "That's right. You mentioned a boy in her Spanish class. I think we have all gotten sick with that ailment…besides Dylan. Hell, Ronnie is still fighting a bad case of boy fever.”

Ronnie raises her hand. “Guilty.”

“Speaking of which, how is your Latin lover doing?” I ask her.

She rolls her eyes. “Meh. I’m about over it. It was fun while I was working, but he asked if he could come home with me. Absolutely fucking not. What a weirdo, right?”

Dylan laughs. “He’s a weirdo for wanting something more than just sex?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m giving him relations without the ship part attached to the end. Isn’t that what men usually want?”

“Not all men,” he defends.

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