Afterward, when she had come again, Jenny lay stretched across the tire swing, sated, and stared at the stars through the bare branches above. The tire swung in a lazy arc, and somewhere in the shadows clinging to the tree she could hear Mike and Eric talking softly together. Mike’s bright orange vest was draped over Jenny in an attempt to keep her warm, but it did little to ward off the night’s chill. She strained to hear their conversation, catching snippets of it on the breeze. “We should ask…” and “no, I don’t mind…” and “well, let’s see what she says…”
Jenny hoped the evening wasn’t over, and the guys were deciding whether to ask her to go back to their car for a repeat performance or, better yet, maybe convince Mike’s coworker if they might be able to borrow an empty bedroom for the
