She is Your Best Friend

"Ooh...I like her Mark. She's a hot little thing. Did you two ever hook up at college?" Jayne asked while we quickly cleaned up the living room, or at least put the cookies away.

"Sort of? There was a lot of tequila that night, so my memory of it was pretty hazy. When we woke up we agreed to let it be a one off event. That being said, what I do remember was pretty fantastic. Rose is a wildcat when she gets going."

"Why do you call her Rose? She seemed pretty adamant that she prefers Rachel."

Shrugging my shoulders, I confess, "Because it bothers her. I'm sure if you two spend enough time together she'll let slip the things she does to me just to yank my chain."

Conversation died for a while, as Jayne and I just sort of cuddled on the couch, mindlessly watching some TV. When we heard the water for the shower shut off, I decided to address the elephant in the room. "So...I want to tell Rose about the gun."

"Are you sure? I know you took a chance and told me, thanks for that, but this seems like the sort of thing that we should play close to the chest. We don't even know where it came from, how it does what it does, or just how much it is changing reality. I mean, from what you told me, yesterday I was an overweight loser dude. Now I'm living over here with you, making my money stripping on a web cam."

"I know, it is a lot. But like Ros...Rachel said. She and I have no secrets between each other. I trust her implicitly, and she might have some insight into what to do with it. I think the smart play is to tell her."

Rachel's voice comes from the stairs behind us. "Mark, I really like your place. You've done a decent job decorating. By your standards at least."

"So. Tell who what?"