Story 8 Vodka And A Vibrator
“What do you think about Mike?” asked Jenny.
Marie shielded her eyes and looked across the park at the three boys throwing a football. They wore shorts and their upper bodies had a film of sweat from the sun and their teenage muscles rippled under their skins. “He is alright, I guess.”
“Alright? He is such a hottie, so cute, and just look at that body.”
“Sure, maybe he just isn’t my type.”
Jenny looked at her friend over the rim of her sunglasses. “Do you even have a type? The last time you dated was more than a year ago.”
“So what? I don’t need a guy to feel secure or happy.”
Jenny jumped down from the back support of the bench she was sitting on. “Do you want a drink?”
Marie nodded and kept on playing Candy Crush on her phone. When J
