Chapter 45

  Story 8 Vodka And A Vibrator

  “What do you think about Mike?” asked Jenny.

  Marie shielded her eyes and looked across the park at the three boys throwing a football. They wore shorts and their upper bodies had a film of sweat from the sun and their teenage muscles rippled under their skins. “He is alright, I guess.”

  “Alright? He is such a hottie, so cute, and just look at that body.”

  “Sure, maybe he just isn’t my type.”

  Jenny looked at her friend over the rim of her sunglasses. “Do you even have a type? The last time you dated was more than a year ago.”

  “So what? I don’t need a guy to feel secure or happy.”

  Jenny jumped down from the back support of the bench she was sitting on. “Do you want a drink?”