“Gloria,” I stretched out her name, eyeing her from head to toe, but mostly concentrating on her unlimited and girlish smile, something that wasn’t always present when in her company. “What, pray tell, is going on in your life that you rushed over here to share with me?”
Of course, she didn’t have to execute her long-winded story. I guessed the glorified details. But I listened to her as the good friend I intended to be.
“My relationship with Bobby Carlton has reached a new level,” she explained. Then she prattled about a dinner date with the man that had turned into a drinking date, and then a sex-filled date. “He’s hungry for me and claims he can never get enough of me. For the last forty-eight hours, I’ve been…I’ve been…”
“Under his spell,” I finished her statement.
She blushed. “Yes. That’s it. The man has me under his spell. He’s addictive and knows it. I can’t tell you how many times we diddled in such a short period.”