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“What kind of magazine is it?”

“It’s called Swirl,” she said with her hands out opening wider as she spoke, as if pitching a movie idea that I needed to truly envision. “Making Mocha Together. That’s the slogan. Catchy, right?”

It was quite catchy.

“A cooking magazine?” I asked.

“A fucking magazine.”

Like a motherfucking magazine, as in “It’s none of your damn business. It’s a motherfucking magazine, alright?”

Or like, “Fuck that magazine!”

Or like a sexual romp kind of magazine?

She needed to clarify. Fucking could mean so many things and my mind was racing.

“Porn?” I asked.

“No, not exactly. It’s an interracial dating magazine. For men and women of different backgrounds, ethnicity…color basically. Like my date and me. Black and white mostly, but it has a little bit of all the other mixes too if you know what I mean. So it’s full of dating advice, sexual dos and don’ts, real life experiences in bed. No dirty pictures but it’s erotic as hell.”

Well if I were going to write for her magazine, it sounded like I needed to get a few of these swirled moments under my belt.

“You look surprised,” she said.

I had to think about that one. What was Rose like back in high school? She was pretty and semi-popular, about as popular as anyone in my immediate circle could be. We didn’t smoke out on the side of the school with the bad boys, we didn’t hang out with all the football players and cheerleaders, and we weren’t in the band. We were somewhere in-between. We were what you might call the Drama Club Geeks. But we weren’t nerds. We were hella cool. At least I thought so.

“Have you spoken with Mica?”

Mica, now that was a name I hadn’t heard in forever. She’d made our final summer in town the best ever.

“Wow. Mica,” I replied.

“The M.I.C.A.” we both said while using our hands to spell out the letters, just like in the YMCA song.

The M.I.C.A. was what we’d all nicknamed the small community center at Mica’s apartment community. Late at night, when it was supposed to be closed, we’d sneak over to the M.I.C.A., and hang out with our boyfriends, or whatever boys we invited. That place had a pool, ping pong tables, a pool table, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, and a big back room full of stacked up chairs meant for birthday parties and community meetings. That place was our motherfucking castle.

“The M.I.C.A.,” Rose said again.

She’d lost her virginity there. I remember it well. We’d all been playing truth or dare in the pool. My boyfriend at the time, a guy named Michael, had dared everyone to stand up outside the pool, one at a time, strip naked, and dive into the pool with grace, like one of those synchronized dancers. We all did it, covering up our private parts of course, as we embarrassingly made our way into the water.

Rose was the last to go. We’d been drinking those nasty St. Ides Special Brew drinks. Those suckers were fruity and delicious, but damn they were strong. It only took one. Rose was small too, so by the time she’d downed hers and stood at the side of the pool, she was more than tipsy.

She started out removing her clothes like the rest of us, a bit shy, taking off her shirt, pants, bra, and panties, piece by piece. Then, she turned around and lifted both hands in the air, exposing her tits to the world and her unshaved pussy to every person in the pool. It was awesome. We cheered her on as she shook her hips from side to side, showing off her body like she didn’t give a shit who was in attendance.

This was back before cell phones. Nowadays someone would have recorded it and sent it all around the school. Back then, it was only fact if you were there at the moment, and it was all only rumors afterward.

Rose had entered the party alone, but by the end of the night, Michael’s best friend, James, couldn’t keep his hands off her. She kept drinking those St. Ides drinks, a different

flavor each time (never a good idea), and by the end of the night, she was on the floor beneath the ping pong table, with James buried deep inside her. Then she was throwing up a rainbow of special brew all over the floor. We spent the rest of the night cleaning up the mess.

“Wonder if James’ll be here,” I said.

Rose shot me a look that warned me not to go there. She reached out and took Nick’s hand on top of the table.

“So have you guys been dating awhile?” I asked.

“Dating? No. Fucking? Hell yes,” she said.

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