she chuckled. “It hurt some at first, but not all that bad. I was pretty nervous. If we do it again, I might enjoy it.”
“ What do you mean?” Jessica asked with a frown. “I thought it was supposed to be the greatest thing of all time?”
“ Well, you can’t expect it to be that great. . .not the first time,” Heather replied.
“ Did you use protection?” Christina had a motherly tone.
“ What? You think I’m stupid? Of course!”
“ So? Did you see stars?” Jessica wondered.
“ Well, it all happened pretty fast, all I could see was a lot of blue hair.”
They cackled nervously.
Christina looked her in the eye and said, “So then, as a woman of great experience, do you recommend casual sex?”
“ Well, I wouldn’t save it forever, girl, but I wouldn’t screw the first guy you meet either. You’d probably be smart to put it off awhile,” Heather advised, “at least until the right guy comes along.”
“ Oh yeah?” Jessica asked. “And how do you know who the right guy is?”
“ Don’t worry, you’ll know,” Heather said with an air of great wisdom.
Christina couldn’t resist. “So your advice is we wait until we meet a smelly guitar player with blue hair, a big tattoo and a nose ring?”
Jessica doubled over laughing.
“ Real funny, biii-aaatch, really hilarious,” Heather snarled.
Chapter Four
When her dad said he was going out of town for a few days and asked her to “hold down the fort,” Christina was excited to have the house to herself. It was a Friday night, so she asked Heather and Jessica to sleep over. Heather agreed but Jessica’s mom wouldn’t let her go.
“ Caught red-handed stealing cigarettes from her purse,” Jessica moaned. “Worst possible punishment. . .grounded in the same house with Roy. . .fate worse than death.”
Worried about the inevitable, Christina advised her friend to lock her bedroom door and spend the evening reading and listening to music.
Christina and Heather had a great time sipping wine “borrowed” from the Matthew’s refrigerator. It was late and they had just seen a bloody horror movie. Christina worried about nightmares and felt it might be time for true confessions. A little high on vino, she decided to break her long held oath of secrecy.
“ I don’t like to talk about this, Heather, but just in case I wake up screaming tonight. . .”
“ Screaming?”
“ Yeah. I don’t want you to panic.”
“ What are you saying?” Heather twitched her nose.
“ Ever since mom died, I’ve had some bad dreams. Lately they’re getting worse.”
“ Dreams?” Heather sounded curious. “Tell me one.”
“ Don’t think so? You’ll think I’m nuts?”
“ I already know you’re nuts, biii-aaatch,” Heather laughed. “So tell me!”
“ Well, okay, but you must promise to keep it secret. I’ve never even mentioned this to my dad.”
“ Pinky-swear on the Bible. Now what’s your big, bad nightmare?”
“ I have this dream about turning into an eagle.”
“ That sounds pretty lame, so what’s the big deal?”
“ I’m on a cliff when a dove comes flying by, right in front of me. I swoop down for the kill and plunge my beak into its head. It makes this high pitched squeal and starts to grow right before my eyes. Then it turns into a man.”
“ You’re kidding. Too weird.”
Christina closed her eyes, thoughts drifted through her subconscious searching for details of the disturbing images. She continued in a trance-like gaze, “Yeah, that’s it. It’s a man flying an open cockpit airplane, and I show no mercy. I pounce on him and grab both shoulders with my huge talons. He struggles, but I pull him out of that plane and peck away at his brains.”
Heather bit at a fingernail.
Christina was feeling better by the minute. It felt so good to share
“ What do you mean?” Jessica asked with a frown. “I thought it was supposed to be the greatest thing of all time?”
“ Well, you can’t expect it to be that great. . .not the first time,” Heather replied.
“ Did you use protection?” Christina had a motherly tone.
“ What? You think I’m stupid? Of course!”
“ So? Did you see stars?” Jessica wondered.
“ Well, it all happened pretty fast, all I could see was a lot of blue hair.”
They cackled nervously.
Christina looked her in the eye and said, “So then, as a woman of great experience, do you recommend casual sex?”
“ Well, I wouldn’t save it forever, girl, but I wouldn’t screw the first guy you meet either. You’d probably be smart to put it off awhile,” Heather advised, “at least until the right guy comes along.”
“ Oh yeah?” Jessica asked. “And how do you know who the right guy is?”
“ Don’t worry, you’ll know,” Heather said with an air of great wisdom.
Christina couldn’t resist. “So your advice is we wait until we meet a smelly guitar player with blue hair, a big tattoo and a nose ring?”
Jessica doubled over laughing.
“ Real funny, biii-aaatch, really hilarious,” Heather snarled.
Chapter Four
When her dad said he was going out of town for a few days and asked her to “hold down the fort,” Christina was excited to have the house to herself. It was a Friday night, so she asked Heather and Jessica to sleep over. Heather agreed but Jessica’s mom wouldn’t let her go.
“ Caught red-handed stealing cigarettes from her purse,” Jessica moaned. “Worst possible punishment. . .grounded in the same house with Roy. . .fate worse than death.”
Worried about the inevitable, Christina advised her friend to lock her bedroom door and spend the evening reading and listening to music.
Christina and Heather had a great time sipping wine “borrowed” from the Matthew’s refrigerator. It was late and they had just seen a bloody horror movie. Christina worried about nightmares and felt it might be time for true confessions. A little high on vino, she decided to break her long held oath of secrecy.
“ I don’t like to talk about this, Heather, but just in case I wake up screaming tonight. . .”
“ Screaming?”
“ Yeah. I don’t want you to panic.”
“ What are you saying?” Heather twitched her nose.
“ Ever since mom died, I’ve had some bad dreams. Lately they’re getting worse.”
“ Dreams?” Heather sounded curious. “Tell me one.”
“ Don’t think so? You’ll think I’m nuts?”
“ I already know you’re nuts, biii-aaatch,” Heather laughed. “So tell me!”
“ Well, okay, but you must promise to keep it secret. I’ve never even mentioned this to my dad.”
“ Pinky-swear on the Bible. Now what’s your big, bad nightmare?”
“ I have this dream about turning into an eagle.”
“ That sounds pretty lame, so what’s the big deal?”
“ I’m on a cliff when a dove comes flying by, right in front of me. I swoop down for the kill and plunge my beak into its head. It makes this high pitched squeal and starts to grow right before my eyes. Then it turns into a man.”
“ You’re kidding. Too weird.”
Christina closed her eyes, thoughts drifted through her subconscious searching for details of the disturbing images. She continued in a trance-like gaze, “Yeah, that’s it. It’s a man flying an open cockpit airplane, and I show no mercy. I pounce on him and grab both shoulders with my huge talons. He struggles, but I pull him out of that plane and peck away at his brains.”
Heather bit at a fingernail.
Christina was feeling better by the minute. It felt so good to share
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