Page 82 of Semantics

“Well, you obviously like her physically,” Enya noted.

“Yes, I do. She’s hot.”

“And?” Enya asked.

“And what, Enya?”

“Is she just hot?”

“She’s pretty, okay? She’s my physical type. Is that what you meant?”

“Okay. So, a pretty Stella, your physical type, walks up to you in a bar, buys you a drink, and asks you to dance. What then?” Arlowe asked.

“I guess I’d dance with her,” she replied and shrugged a shoulder.

“And with the whole school thing no longer in play in this scenario, what might have happened after?”

“Arlowe, that is an impossible question to answer. It’s also irrelevant because I can’t go back in time and we didn’t meet like that. We met in school, and she wasn’t nice to me. I wasn’t nice to her, I guess. We were competing for the same thing for different reasons.”

“Huh?” Sarai asked.

“I was trying to make my parents love me by doing well in everything. Stella was working her way through school because she had to. She didn’t come from money like I did.”

“Interesting,” Enya replied and chomped down on another baby carrot.

“I agree,” Sarai said.

“Me too,” Arlowe added.

“What is so damn interesting?” Violet asked.

“You seemed to have learned some things about Stella when you keep trying to convince us that all you two are doing is having sex. When I have casual sex with someone, I don’t tend to tell them the intimate details of my life. Have you told Stella the intimate details of your life, Violet?”

Violet thought back through all their conversations and swallowed because she had told Stella some of the intimate details of her life.

“I’m going to take a break and go to my room,” she said, not addressing Arlowe’s question. “I didn’t sleep well, so I’m taking a nap.”

Arlowe laughed, but she didn’t say anything.

Violet then rose from the table, stole a few carrots from Enya’s plate, and left the kitchen. When she got back to her room, she pulled out her phone.

Violet Russell: Will you for sure be home by nine tonight?

Stella Ross: Yes. Why?

Violet Russell: I’m coming over, and I’ll be there at nine. I want you to fuck me however you want and make me come over and over again all night long.

Stella Ross: Really? I thought you were worried about the presentation.

Violet Russell: That can wait until tomorrow. I need a break. Would you like to make me come tonight or not?

Stella Ross: Come over at nine. I’ll make sure I’m done with dinner and back on time.

Violet Russell: What should I wear?

Stella Ross: I would say nothing, but that might get you pulled over.

Stella Ross: Wear a business suit with pants. I want to take it off you layer by layer. Wear heels, too. Tall ones. Those will stay on for a while.