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I walked out of the theatre five minutes in and waited in the lobby for her to come out. I was so uncomfortable, and I refused to go back inside.
“I don’t have much planned yet. But bring a dress you can wear for a night out. We will at least go out for a drink or a nice dinner.” Her voice is calm and relaxed, which tells me that there is so much more to her plan than she’s willing to share.
“I’ve got to get ready for this next meeting, so I’ll chat with you later.”
Glancing at the clock, I have two minutes left. Just enough time to take a quick bio break.
“Don’t call me until you’ve tried out your new toy.” I can hear her laughing as she hangs up.
Chapter 2
Kollyns
THE G.O.A.T
“Henley!” I shout as I stumble into the room and the hotel door slams into the wall.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself. The last thing I need is someone calling the front desk on me. Or getting a bill for damages.
The door closes behind me with a loud thunk and I stop to kick off my heels, leaving them where they land and dragging my suitcase behind me.
I don’t know why I’m surprised Henley booked us a suite for the weekend but truth be told, I’m not mad about it. The rich gold and red colors are bold and beautiful, with the evening sun streaming in the dust motes sparkle like glitter in the air.
Henley’s laugh from somewhere further into the room welcomes me. This isn’t her ridiculous squawking laugh but her everyday “I love my life and am happy” laugh. I can only imagine what she’s up to. I pad across the living room space to an open door and find her sitting on the bed with vibrators of all different colors spread around her. Add in a sparkly pen and her notebook, the scene makes me giggle.
She is staring at the phone in her hand and is probably scrolling Pinterest for another funny meme to send to me. We’re known for communicating via memes through texting.
My eyes shift to the television, Elliot Stabler is on screen talking to Olivia Benson. Her choice of show to watch doesn’t surprise me. We’ve always loved this show, even though I talk all the way through, pointing out the things that aren’t real life. I can only imagine what happened to make her laugh.
“Liv and Elliot are your choice tonight?” I ask her.
“It doesn’t matter what is on as long as it’s not Cocomelon. I’m so tired of cartoons and can’t wait until the twins are older.” She sighs and stretches her arms above her head. I can’t imagine the constant headache Henley has because of the toddler-friendly shows her kids watch.
“Please tell me these aren’t all for me,” I say pointing to the products in a rainbow of colors and styles on my side of the bed.
“Of course they aren’t. Yours are in this box here.” Henley bends over the side of the bed and picks up a box, tossing it to me. I manage to catch the gift against my chest and look down at the packaging when she instructs, “Open it.”
When I turn to place the box on the desk beside me, she tsks and wiggles her finger at me like I’m one of her kids. Okay, so presents first, unpacking later.
“Before you judge, just know these are to help you relax and get some real self-care going.” Her smirk is a little sinister and I’m a little nervous to find out what is inside.
I sit on the side of the bed with the basic brown box on my lap. Heat climbs my neck and I don’t need to see my face to know a red blush covers my face. At the office, I’m confident in my abilities. I know I’m good at what I do and can handle anything that comes my way. My personal life is a different story. Whatever is the opposite of confident, that’s me when it comes to all things sex. I don’t have as much experience as most women my age and even talking about sexuality embarrasses me.
Unfolding the flaps, I pull out the first clear bag with a neon yellow sticky note on the top. “Claude,” I read aloud, confusion marring my face.
“Oh, that’s a good one, it’s over eight inches,” Henley comments, her attention no longer on the television.
Pulling it out of the plastic, I try to hold my giggles. It’s a bright blue silicone thing with bumps and ridges and a black band on the bottom, where I think batteries go.
“Who the hell wants a blue alien dildo?” I ask Henley while I hold the obnoxious thing in one hand, glancing over my shoulder at her. She smiles wide and wiggles her brows.
“I can only imagine what is next.” Placing the blue alien cock on the bed next to me, I dig out another one, wondering how many are in here.
The next clear bag holds a shiny purple thing. The sticky note on this one reads The G.O.A.T.
“What the hell is a goat?” I twist my body around and stare at Henley.
An overly loud laugh escapes her mouth, and then a piggy snort. Before I realize what is happening, Henley points at me and doubles over, a loud guffaw escaping her tiny body, falling into a fit of giggles on the bed, holding her stomach.
