Page 92 of Whirlwind

How are you Violet?”

Beck.Holy crap. I typed.

“I’m drinking. I’m drunk.”

“Haha, me too. I’m drinking our bourbon. What are you drinking?”

I let out a snort and tapped out my reply:

“Your mother’s guaro from Costa Rica”

“YOU’RE AT MY MOM’S HOUSE?”

“Yep - Ladies’ Friyay Cocktail Party. WOOT WOOT!!!”

??????

“What are you up to?”

“Thinking about you”

“I’m thinking about you too here in this house”

“Hell yeah.

Go into my room, lay on my bed & touch yourself”

“Stopppppppp”

“Come with me”

“Horny devil, are you touching yourself now?”

“Hahaha - I meant come with me to Greece”

“WHAT? I thought you were mad at me.”

“Those photos of you and me at the party in Nashville. You did that, didn’t you?”

I grinned to myself. My plan had worked and Lisa Vanders had been knocked down on her super curvy ass. I typed:

“Yes.”

“I knew it!”

“Tara had taken pics of us at the rave party. I’d asked her to because I didn’t have my phone with me.”

“You wanted a souvenir of us. You like souvenirs.”

“YESS I DO! Tara sent them to me and I had Wes use his underground ways to leak a couple to Just Jana and it took off like I’d hoped. Other people who’d recognized you in Nashville and taken pics of us posted their photos in your defense.

Fan power at it finest!”

“Thank you, Violet. Because of you, Lisa admitted to making everything up and Myles and I actually talked. A small first step.”

“I’m so glad! SO glad I could help you.”

My heart raced, filling me with warmth. I’d taken the chance and helped him and it had worked. I’d taken the chance that friends and family would see those pics and recognize me, but I had to. And so far, so good.

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