I close my phone. I don’t want her to talk about sex anymore. Sex doesn’t solve the world’s problems or even my own. It just leads me into trouble.
I take a shower and change into PJs. I’m so exhausted. My lids feel heavy after putting my head on my pillow.
Weekdays passed like a blur. I told Maya, I would be joining with Amy for dinner. Amy finally stopped teasing me when I didn’t care to answer her questions.
I choose a red dress that my mom gave me last Christmas. I pair with my silver high heels sandals. I apply some mascara, a little dash of blush on, and pink lip gloss.
I go down when I hear knocks on the door after grabbing my purse and keys.
“Wow! You look hot, Sam. You’ll gonna have an orgasm tonight with Garrett’s friend.” Amy is wearing a black dress with red high heels. She looks beautiful with her curves in the right places. Just her chest size alone, men will drool over them.