Chapter 16

I leash an arm around my best friend’s back and ask, “How much did you have to drink, darling?”

“A few,” she whispers.

“How many is a few?”

“Not enough, if you really want to know,” she laughs and pats my tux-covered chest.

I determine that it’s best to whisk Barbara home before she makes a complete ass out of herself. She has already caused enough damage for one evening, particularly when it comes to Trent. I use some reverse psychology on her and explain, “Barbara honey, I have a terrible stomachache, can we turn in early?”

She inquires, “What did that scathing Trent Long do to you?”

“Honestly, nothing.”

“I’m sure he got his little dirty hands on your cock and…”

“Barbara, let’s call it a night, shall we?” I whisper, trying to tame her.

“If you insist,” she replies, follows me down to the first floor, outside, and home. 18: Day 16, Tumble