Chapter 8
“Hello, earth to Jacque,” Sally said as she snapped her fingers in front of her friend’s face.
Finally, Jacque turned her head to Sally, looking spacey and out of it and said, “I’m in trouble.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jen asked her as she sat on the floor painting her toenails.
“I was just talking to Fane, and his voice got all sensual on me, and it was like…”
Jacque didn’t know how to finish, so Jen offered up, “Phone s*x, virtual mind s*x, and I would say s*x on a stick, but that really only applies to Dove ice cream bars.”
“Jen, paint your toenails,” Sally ordered.
Jen stuck her tongue out at her but obeyed.
“I could so fall hard for this tasty Romanian,” Jacque told them.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, just make sure it’s not a rebound from the whole Tren
