“For what it’s worth,” Annette went on, giving up on her search and turning to the group. “I’m with Shirleen on this one. Jason ain’t no slouch in the orgasm department but we got a deal, him and me. It’s like those lists you make with movie stars. If, say, you got a chance at The Rock, you could take it without getting in trouble with your partner. Me and Jason got a list, me, the Hot Bunch, Jason, the Rock Chicks.”
Everyone went silent and stared at Annette.
Al except Shirleen, she said, “Mm, girl, you got good taste. That Dwayne Johnson is one shit-hot black man.”
“He’s Samoan,” Annette informed Shirleen.
“That boy is black,” Shirleen shot back.
“Half and half,” Annette, clearly a bevy of The Rock Information, went on.
“I want the black half,” Shirleen returned.
“Oh my God, can we stop talking about The Rock?” Jet yel ed.
“I don’t mind a short conversational switch to The Rock,” Daisy said. “Have you seen Walking Tall? ”
“Yeah, about seven thousand times,” Annette replied.
“I prefer Faster, ” Shirleen shared her opinion. “There was no sex scene, which was a minus, but the role required two hours of him bein’ broody. Him bein’ broody for two hours is a definite plus.”
“I made a DVD of half an hour, continuous loop of him fighting Vin Diesel over and over and over again in Fast Five, ” Annette shared. “You wanna come over and watch it, I’l make popcorn.”
“Oowee, Vin Diesel,” Shirleen breathed.
“I am so there,” Daisy stated.
“Count me in,” Shirleen said after recovering from visions of half an hour continuous loop Johnson vs. Diesel action.
I sat on the edge of a platform, fel to my back and stared at the ceiling.
Were we real y talking about The Rock?
He was, of course, hot, but I had other, slightly more important things on my mind.
Al y’s face fil ed my vision.
“You with us, Stel a?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Okay, maybe we should quit talking about The Rock.” I heard Shirleen give in.
My eyes moved to Al y. She was on her hands, leaning over me.
“What was in the paper?” I asked.
Her head came up and she looked over her shoulder.
There was a weird noise made by one of the Rock Chicks, which one I didn’t know.
Al y moved out of my eyesight but sat down beside me as I lifted up to sitting position.
Everyone was again silent.
Oh dear.
Final y, Daisy answered, “Wel , the whole thing is out.