"Stop," Lydia begged, but she was laughing too.
"Oh no no no," Vanessa said, grinning like the devil. "You do not get to stop me when your thighs are doing the cha-cha slide all on their own."
"VANESSA!"
Vanessa flopped back onto the bed dramatically throwing an arm over her eyes like a woman fainting in church. "First of all," she said solemnly, "you need lingerie. Nothing else. Not one single boring thing. If I see a hoodie in that bag, I am burning it."
"I am not packing just lingerie!" Lydia said, mortified
"You will if you know what is good for you," Vanessa said, sitting up and pointing at her. "This is not a drill. This is D-Weekend. D for d**k. Pack. For. War."
Lydia picked a pillow and smacked her.
Vanessa caught it, grinning. "I am serious. You want him to
