Chapter 29

As to me dating two men, judge not lest ye be judged, plus some sort of crap about casting stones, usually of the first variety. I mean, I was young. We were all adults. I had no commitments to either men. I knew what I was getting myself into. Mostly. Kind of. Sort of.

I wondered if Google could give me relationship advice.

Then again, Google thought with its head. As did I. Except I thought with the little head, not the big one. Then again, the little head wasn’t all that little. Especially Jeff’s. Jeff’s was especially large.

But I digress.

Back to the case.

“It’ll never work,” said Jeff. We were blouse shopping at the time. Drag, it seemed, made strange bedfellows. “Auntie would never do a number with me.”

“Promise him all the tips.”

Jeff momentarily stopped perusing the rack. Discount rack, that is. Drag, it also seemed, made cheap bedfellows. “But the tips are the whole point.”

“Exactly.”

He sighed. He went back to perusing. “You’re exasperating, you know that?”