March 05, 2005

“Make me look pretty,” Shirley said. “I have a movie audition and they want my photo.” I made her jump in the courtyard, her hair flowing and wild. “Whee, whee,” she laughed. When she looked pretty enough she gave me a cookie in the shape of a pig.

The pig ended up in Laura’s belly on the way to a party. It must have been an aphrodisiac: as soon as we got to the party and mixed the cookie with wine we started groping. “No kissing in the living room,” Amy screamed at us. “And no nudity either.”

But despite Amy’s admonitions, there was plenty of kissing. At one point Dave joined our cradle of flesh and Sherry smothered us with her breasts. It was lovely; Regan was visibly uncomfortable. We had more wine until we were sufficiently drunk, and my lips reached Laura’s ears.

And after three hours of watching us grope, people started leaving. “If too many people leave they’ll do it,” somebody said. And we would have, except that Heather came along and told us to fuck off.

I got home late in the night to fall on icy steps and dream of yummy pigs, knitting, and Lauras.