Kina
I was back at work, after having confessed my crazy night over the weekend to Lacey. Now that had been an interesting conversation.
“You’re kidding me!” she’d exclaimed. “This was Hanson’s friend? Someone on his team?”
“Not that I know of,” I told her. “I think he plays for a team in Texas. I kind of purposefully didn’t ask much about him, though, so I don’t know what he was doing in town, or how he knows Hanson. I just know he was hot, and I decided I wanted to have a random crazy hook up with him, so I did. And apparently you’re not allowed to call me a slut for it anymore, according to Tess. This is the twenty teens and we’ve progressed past slut shaming.”
“I would never,” Lacey insisted. “Just because I got married doesn’t mean I’m some judgmental prude. I think it’s awesome t
