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Juniper tilts her head at me as if she sees right through my excuse.
From the driver's seat, Isla lets out a quiet snort of laughter. “If thinking about a foot massage makes you blush, then that kind of does sound like a foot fetish. Sorry, Olivia.”
They both start to giggle, and soon I am, too. “Okay, okay, I was remembering the last time a guy gave me a foot rub. That’s all.”
"Aha!” Juniper crows. “I knew it. So, was it a sexy foot rub that turned into something more?”
It’s my turn to snort. “Definitely not. Socks stayed on, my feet are not sexy at all.” And I had my period, and he was just making me feel better. I suppose I could tell them that. After all, isn't this what female friendships are like? Confessing about our past experiences, sharing the good and the bad?
Before I can open my mouth to share more, Juniper lifts her leg straight up in the air, displaying some impressive flexibility, and waves her left foot at me. “I’ve got a funky toe. I feel you on the unsexy feet.”
Sure enough, one of her toes is very oddly shaped. A lot longer than the rest, and the nail is almost nonexistent.
From next to her, Isla swats at her leg. “Put that down before you kick me and I crash the car, you weirdo.”
We all start laughing again, but Juniper does, at least, put her leg down. The rest of the drive goes by quickly.
We arrive at the spa and are shown to three massive chairs in front of bowls of scented hot water. But before I can sit down, I decide to change out my tampon. Except, I can’t find one anywhere in my purse.
“Crap,” I say under my breath, frantically checking the pocket where I normally keep a couple.
“What’s wrong?” Juniper asks, coming around her chair to my side.
“I’ve got my period, and apparently, no spare tampon,” I say quietly. I’m not used to leaning on girlhood camaraderie, but these two women make it easy to feel comfortable, like they’re my true friends.
Something that is only reinforced when Juniper simply beckons Isla over with a subtle wave and gives me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. The group mom is always prepared.”
“What’s up?” Isla asks.
Juniper fills her in and Isla immediately reaches into her purse and hands me a tampon. “I’ve got you covered, girl. This one,” she says, jerking her thumb at Juniper, “is never prepared. Even though I’ve got an IUD, I always carry tampons for her and anyone else who might need one.”
“Girlhood.” Juniper holds up her hand for a high five, and both Isla and I smack it lightly with a giggle.
“Thanks,” I say to Isla before hurrying off to the bathroom. When I return, they’re already sitting down with the chair in between them open for me. I hesitate for a second before deciding to just go with it and remove my socks and shoes, then sit down.
As soon as my feet hit the warm water, I want to moan at how good it feels. And they haven’t even done anything to my feet yet.
Over the next hour, I’m introduced to sensations I’ve never felt before as my lower legs and feet are scrubbed, exfoliated, massaged, and polished. I can’t decide on a colour for my nails, so Juniper takes over, choosing a very pretty teal colour that I actually love.
We laugh until we’re just about crying, drink non-alcoholic champagne that the spa provides us, and leave the salon already planning our next appointment.
Before we get back into Isla’s van to head home, I decide to tell them exactly how much today meant to me.
“Thank you for today. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but I’ve never really had female friends like you two. This was a lot of fun, and I’m—” I pause, then smile. “I’m really glad I met you both.”
Isla walks over and tucks her arm in mine, pulling me in tight to her side. “I’m really glad we met you as well. You’re an amazing person, Olivia.”
On my other side, Juniper slings an arm over my shoulder. “Yeah, you’re stuck with us now. Pedi besties for life.”
We dissolve into even more giggles as we walk to the van.
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FOXXY
This might be my best idea ever.
“You’re killing me, Pix,” I groan as her perfect ass hovers in the air above me. She twists to glare down at me, hair falling out of her ponytail. Even from down here, I can see a faint tremble in her arms as she clings to the indoor rock climbing wall.
