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Chelsey said
pointedly, reminding Marla she had a husband, and two boys that
were way too old to see auntie’s boobies if it came to
that!
    “ Hell! I didn’t want him
in the way! I convinced him to take the boys camping for the
weekend.”
    Chelsey took a gulp of the drink and
made a face. “My god, Marla! Did you put any mixer in
this?”
    Marla rolled her eyes. “You’re
supposed to sip it!” She turned away. “Hurry up! The girls should
be arriving any time and I don’t want the snacks to get cold and
soggy!”
    The ‘snacks’ were
fancy hors d’oeuvres Marla had had catered for the party that were as delicious,
and fattening Chelsey didn’t doubt, as they were beautiful to look
at.
    The ‘girls’ ranged in age
from thirty to fifty. Roughly half of them were single like
Chelsey—meaning divorced. Arriving by ones and twos, Marla’s
friends were as giddy as school girls. “Ooooh! Marla always throws
the best parties! I can’t believe … uh ….” Beverly Saxs broke off
when Marla threw an hors d’oeuvre at her.
    “ Catch!” Marla exclaimed
gaily, and then narrowed her eyes at Beverly when she gaped at her
instead of trying to catch the hors
d’oeuvre that hit her on the chest and
then landed on the floor. She blinked a couple of times and then
her eyes rounded. “Ohhh! We weren’t …. God I’m starving! Let’s
eat!”
    Instantly suspicious, Chelsey would’ve
pursued it if she hadn’t noticed the women were arriving with
‘birthday’ presents. Since her birthday was almost a month away,
and they were Marla’s friends, not hers, she was uncomfortable
enough to be completely distracted.
    “ Marla!” she hissed when
her sister had directed everyone into the great room to help
themselves while she broke out the wine. “You told them it was
my birthday ?”
    Marla stared at her. “Early birthday.
I didn’t tell them to bring presents! They did it because they
wanted to. Relax, will you? It’s probably just little fun things,
you know? Gag gifts?”
    Feeling a little relieved, she didn’t
argue when Marla sent her into the great room to entertain their
guests while she got the wine. She didn’t see that they actually
needed entertaining. Most of them were down on their knees around
the huge coffee table, a plate in one hand and their gazes fixed on
the dishes. Cynthia Dixon was going through the videos in the
cabinet beside the enormous wall mounted TV and Barb Smith was
looking through the music collection.
    “ Where did you put the
pornos?” Cynthia yelled at the ceiling after a moment.
    Chelsey shot her a surprised
look.
    “ They’re in that box by
your foot,” Marla responded as she joined them. “We don’t keep them
in here!”
    “ Eew! We aren’t going to
be watching porns while we try to eat?” Milly Overton
complained.
    Cynthia had knelt by the box. Without
looking up, she shot a bird at Milly. “You don’t have to
watch.”
    Barb apparently found something that
appealed to her. The stereo blared to life, drowning out any
response Milly might have made. Barb adjusted the sound slightly
lower. “Sorry! I didn’t realize I had it all the way
up.”
    “ I was about to put on a
porn!” Cynthia said indignantly.
    Barb rolled her eyes. “Like we need to
listen to the dialogue!”
    Cynthia thought it over and shrugged.
Shoving her choices into the machine designed to play multiples,
she grabbed the remotes and headed for the L shaped sectional sofa
where everyone was gathered. Marla poured wine for everyone, set
the bottle down, and focused on grabbing her own snacks. “Oh! This
is one of my favorites!” she exclaimed, settling on the couch with
her plate.
    Chelsey wasn’t certain whether she was
talking about the food or the video, but when she followed Marla’s
gaze she did a double take. “Oh my god! Is that …? Is that what it
looks like?”
    “ Those can’t be real!”
Milly gasped. “They look like … elephant trunks!”
    Barb snorted her wine and then