Moving Day

Carrie was having lunch with a few friends while the movers packed up the rest of the possessions.

"He's twice your age, Carrie! You're dropping out to move in with him? This is crazy!" Carrie sighed.

"Karen, stop being such a Karen," the table laughed.

"Personally, I think it's good Carrie is settling down," Amy said brightly.

"That's just cause you're married and pregnant and boring, Amy," Karen said cruelly. "Give me a good reason, Carrie ... or should I say, Barbie.

"I'll give you several. He's not some wimpy, beta, liberal soy boy like everyone at this table is with, Amy excluded. He knows who he is. He's an alpha male, and he knows what he wants. And I'm what he wants. And every night, I get 8.5 inches of additional reasons.

"Oh my God, sis!" Her sister squealed. Cassidy was 18, 5'10, a voluptuous redhead with blue eyes and alabaster skin. Carrie held her hands apart to emphasize what she was getting. Cassie bit her lip and looked away. Carrie figured Cassie's boyfriend was no better in bed than you. They started eating, chatting about small things. Well, at least I figured out how to shut these bitches up, Carrie thought.