“About what?” Roxie asked.
“He tried to tell me what to do,” I answered.
“Well, that wasn’t the way to go,” Indy muttered.
“When we got back to my house, we made up,” I went on.
“That’s good,” Jet put in, her expression brightening.
“Then we started to… um, you know…” I faltered.
“Go on,” Ally encouraged.
“Then, at a good part, Vance had to stop and go outside to shoot Sal Cordova who was stalking me.”
Daisy started to giggle.
“He shot him in the ass,” I told Daisy and I had to grin because I still thought it was funny.
“What kind of good part?” Ally asked, bringing me back to the matter at hand.
I looked at her, grin still on my face now for a different reason. “A really good part,” I told her.
“What we talkin’ about here? Hands and fingers or mouth and tongue?” Daisy demanded to know.
“Or fingers and tongue?” Ally threw in an alternate combo.
“Hands and fingers, mainly fingers,” I answered.
“Oh my,” Roxie breathed.
“Vance got shot too,” I said.
“No!” Indy exclaimed. “Lee didn’t tell me!”
“He’s okay, just a graze, some stitches in his thigh,” I assured Indy.
“So, you didn’t do it,” May said.
I looked to May. “Yes. We did. This morning. Twice.”
Their eyes grew round and they leaned in.
“How was it?” Indy asked.
“What’s his body like?” Ally asked.
“Did it hurt? Are you okay?” Roxie asked.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip and then opened my eyes again and told them the rest. All the rest, everything. When I was done talking, they were staring at me, mouths open.
“Holy crap,” Indy breathed.
“I knew that horse ridin’ thing was no urban myth,” Daisy said to Indy.
I looked at Roxie and she had tears in her eyes. I watched her a second and, forgetting about my travails, I walked to her.
“I’m okay,” I assured her and she nodded, tears still threatening. Then I asked, “Are you okay?”