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last time I’ve seen you look so…hot,” Emily complimented her.
    Tasha poked her head up from the back seat and growled, “The cougars are on the prowl tonight.” All three started laughing.
    “Well maybe you are, but we’re married,” Emily said. “Plus, are we really cougars? Ick! Is that what people see when we go out? I think I’m going to cry.”
    “Good going, Tasha,” Rebecca teased. “You freaked out the hormonal one.”
    They all started laughing again.
    “I’d take cougar days over the bimbo days any day. Personally, I hated my twenties. I was married and had a small kid, no offense Emily, you are just starting later in life. Now, our thirties are about our families growing up and us redefining who we want to be because we missed out on so much in our twenties. By the time we are forty, it’s about our families moving on to adulthood and us on our new paths of life. I don’t know about you girls, but I would like to have me a younger man to mold into something useful. Men our age are all about the younger bimbos, so if they can date younger, than so can we,” Tasha said.
    They all laughed at the comment.
    “Tonight should be good entertainment, watching Tasha chasing young men around,” Emily teased.
    “I wish I had half of her confidence,” Rebecca replied.
    “Well, you girls can just sit back and watch the pro at work.” They all laughed again.
     

 

    They pulled up in front of The East Bay Grille and parked the car. The threesome walked into the restaurant and enjoyed a delicious dinner. Rebecca couldn’t remember the last time she was able to sit back and eat what she wanted and just laugh over absolutely nothing. Tasha was constantly teasing Emily about all the years of diapers and snots that she was going to have to go through again. Emily kept rolling her eyes, but laughed just the same.
    When the dishes were removed, the waitress walked over to the table and placed a glass of wine in front of Rebecca and Tasha, and a Shirley Temple for Emily.
    “These are from the gentlemen at the bar over there.” The waitress told them. Tasha immediately picked up her glass and held it up to them to say thanks.
    “Doesn’t that usually mean you have to talk to them?” Emily asked.
    “Only if they are hot and don’t still live at home with their mothers,” Tasha remarked.
    “You need to write a book, Tasha. I just can’t see you as a stuffy lawyer,” Rebecca said.
    “Oh my little darlings, I have to be stuffy all day; the last thing I want to be in my spare time is stuffy. I let the hair down and look for a little fun,” Tasha responded. “Come on girls, the night is young and so are we. Let’s go and get our flirt on.”
    “I don’t know, Tasha. We’re married,” Rebecca commented as she was trying to decide if accepting the glass was the right thing to do.
    “Oh don’t give me that crap, Becca. You know as well as we do that your man is screwing someone else. You can deny it all you want, but no one goes this long without sex, unless you are a nun. Maybe you should have a fling of your own and give him a taste of his own medicine.”
    “I could never do that, and that’s really nice guys, I have no proof that he is cheating on me. Come on, just because he’s working hard doesn’t mean he’s cheating,” Rebecca rebutted.
    “Let me ask you something. Are you happy, Becca? When you are with Jack, does your stomach do flips? When he touches you, does your heart race? When you look at him, are you filled with such longing that you cannot breathe without him?” Tasha snapped.
    “Tasha…I’ve been with him since I was eighteen. I think over time you fall into a comfortable place,” Rebecca answered.
    “Not what I asked you, girl. I guess what that means is your answer is no . So, before you criticize me for helping one of my closest friends, I want you to just relax tonight, and don’t think about tomorrow,” Tasha said.
    “Well, don’t look at me. I’m like a