“Why?” The inquisitive Karen asks. “What did you think it was when we came over to see you?”
Tracy sighs, admitting, “I was afraid you guys were going to break up with me.” In saying so, she sinks back into her diminutive self from a few days ago.
“No, honey!” Ally says and comes around behind her so fast.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Karen objects and approaches Tracy from the other side. “Why would you even think something like that?”
“I know we all had s*x this morning and it was terrific,” she speaks low so nobody can overhear, “but neither one of you kissed me today.”
“Baby, you’re going to make me cry,” Karen whines, coaxes her to stand, and plants a meaningful deep kiss on Tracy’s lips right in front of God and everyone. She adoringly massages her back while Ally turns her around.
