Plans for the weekend

“Josh is coming by tomorrow afternoon for some steak and beers. By the way, he’s the one who sent me the video of you fucking that douchebag at the party. Clearly a loyal and good friend, and that’s something that deserves to be rewarded, don’t you think.”

Her face screwed up a bit at that. His interference had nearly ruined her life… maybe she thought it had actually and completely ruined it, I wasn’t sure. She clearly had mixed feelings about it.

“I guess…”

“You guess?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, if you say so, he deserves a reward.”

“Glad we agree. After all, without him, we wouldn’t have learned so much about each other. Who knows, if he hadn’t told me, I might never have found out. If you got away with it, you probably would have done it again.”

She said nothing, frowning.

“Would you have?” I asked, “Done it again?”

She looked up finally, “No. I never even gave him my number.”

“What about other guys?”

“It was just that time.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“I don’t know. I like to think I wouldn’t… but I wouldn’t have thought that I could do that to begin with . I thought I was good…”

“You are good. A good fucktoy. And, at lest in part, we have to thank Josh for that.”

“Okay,” she said, clearly wanting to change the subject, “What do you want me to do?”