"Best friend embarrassment hangout."

“You’re having way too much fun, Meg… gahh!”

“Can’t a girl just go out for lunch with her three best friends?” says Meg, innocently. She’s sitting at an outside table in Francesca’s, a nice Italian restaurant by the banks of the Wanderhand in downtown Waxford, eating a delicious plate of ravioli. “It’s been so long since we all hung out together!”

“It’s been, like… mmmhh!... three days.” Lily squirms in her seat, winces, and takes another bite of her lasagna. They’re surrounded by tourists enjoying the sunshine, drinking aperol spritzes and gossiping about how lovely the old New England town is. Only a few people have noticed anything’s amiss. “We went to see Zapped: Bernadette’s ****, the latest entry in the enormously popular Zapped film franchise. It was great.”

“Aww, but Sitri wasn’t with us.”

“Is it really a girls’ day if you bring your boyfriend along? He’s great, of course. Really interesting to talk with on the subject of women’s roles in medieval Italy, which for some reason he seems to know almost everything about. But having him here is a little bit…. MMM! OH, YESS!... I mean, um, it’s fine.”

Heads are turning all across the restaurant. Lily goes red and shrinks down in her seat as you smile politely at her.

“That was just a normal hangout,” Meg explains, as her three best friends scowl at her. “What we haven’t done in a while, and what I really want to do, is a good old classic best friend embarrassment hangout. Just me and Sitri embarrassing the hell out of my three best friends!”

“But, Meg,” protests Beth, “we don’t want to… AHHHH!” The whole restaurant is looking now. She bites her lip and squirms lower, muttering “I hate you,” in the smallest voice she can manage.”

“What was that, Beth?” you say.

“I mean, I… I love Meg. She’s wonderful.”

“I agree,” you say, throwing your arm around Meg’s shoulders and giving her a kiss on the cheek as the three best friends moan in unison. The small pink remote-control vibrators tucked into their pussies can be set off by either you or Meg with the slightest thought. “What do we think, guys? Dessert?”