“We didn’t have wal sex. We had dining room table sex,” Ava corrected, stubbornly not giving Shirleen her point.
“Oowee, dining room table sex. I like dining room table sex,” Daisy burst out. “You two need to get a desk. Marcus and I had desk sex last night. Desk sex is fine. ”
“We have a desk, it kind of… fel over when we tried desk sex,” Ava said.
“Luke’s a big guy, your desk is smal . You need a bigger desk,” Roxie advised.
“Kitchen counter sex is the best,” Indy put in her thoughts.
“Lee’s creative but when we do it in the kitchen…” she trailed off and started looking dreamy.
“La la la, not listening about Lee being creative, la la la.” Al y was back to chanting.
“I’m not sure it’s the where, it’s more the position,” Jules entered the conversation.
“I don’t think it’s the position, it’s al about the intensity,” Jet joined as wel . “Eddie and I like it hard, rough. That’s the best. You know what I mean?”
“Fuck,” we heard muttered and everyone turned to see Hector standing behind Jet and looking at her like he wished he could rip off his own ears after hearing that his brother liked sex hard and rough.
“Whoops,” Jules whispered and everyone started giggling except Jet who started blushing.
“Sorry Hector,” Jet mumbled.
“Welcome to my world. Now you know my pain,” Al y informed Hector.
Hector wasn’t about to be dragged into this conversation. His eyes sliced to me and he held up his hand, his index and middle fingers holding a folded piece of paper.
“You wanted a number?” he said to me.
Oh my God.
Mace’s Mom’s phone number.
My breath caught, I felt my eyes grow wide and I nodded.
“Let’s go. You got a cal to make,” Hector finished and without delay I put my beer on the display case and moved forward.
“What cal ?” Al y asked.
“What’s going on?” Daisy said at the same time.
“Whose number is that?” Indy put in.
“Leave her be,” Jules said softly.
It was at that moment, Tod and Stevie pushed into our clutch.
“Oh my God. I’ve been browsing and there is nothing here I want to buy. I’ve never been to a store where there was nothing I wanted to buy,” Tod announced, sounding horrified. “Someone check my forehead; see if I have a fever.”
“It’s a head shop, Tod. You don’t smoke pot and you aren’t a hippie. Of course there’s nothing you’l want to buy,” Stevie explained.
“I’ve seen Hair, like, five mil ion times,” Tod snapped back, putting his hands to his hips. “Burgundy Rose could kick the shit out of ‘The Age of Aquarius’. I’ve looked everywhere and there’s no macramé halter tops anywhere.” At Tod’s announcement, Hector had had enough. He grabbed onto my bicep and pul ed me to him.
Unfortunately, Daisy noticed.
“Hang on. You haven’t answered our questions,” Daisy cal ed after us as Hector started leading me away.
“I’l explain later,” I said over my shoulder.