20
“Why didn’t you warn me?” Tamika whines for at least the hundredth time. Her face and all the rest of her skin that I can see is covered in pink calamine lotion.
“Why did you decide to have s*x up against a wall covered in poison oak?” Tina counters.
With a hand down the front of his pants, itching unstoppably, Mac just moans. He’s also got blobs of the pink lotion all over his body.
Griff makes a noise that might actually sound like a snicker. I’m tempted to join in. But I am a bigger person. I laugh out loud, right in their puffy pink faces.
“Serves you right,” I tell Tamika, “I should’ve known that s*x magic wasn’t a thing!”
“s*x magic is definitely a thing,” Mac counters as he moves his hands to the back of his pants.
“Not to find Dionysus it wasn’t,” I grouse, still annoyed
