I had left the men downstairs to their discussion over sports and male interest as I hurried to take a shower. After the hot water had run its course and a ton of dirt followed the trail of water down the drain, I jumped out grabbing a clean towel and wrapping it around my dripping body. I quickly brushed my teeth and attempted running a brush through my defiant hair. My face was a bit red from the sun, so I didn’t bother with makeup. Tonight, I decided to be me, barefoot and bare face. No glitz or glamour.
When I came downstairs, I had on my old tattered blue jean cutoffs and a simple tank top for a relaxing evening with a new dinner guest.
Jeffery had loaned our guest one of his T-shirts. I think he had a sneaky reason behind his generosity. The shirt had to have been two sizes too sma
