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“Meghan!”
“What?”
“That’s… that’s crazy!”
“Crazy for you maybe,” my friend said, leaning back casually. “But not for me.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“You’ve never been with two guys at once.”
In the epitome of perfect timing, the waiter showed up to see what we wanted to order. Before he could even open his mouth, I shooed him away.
“You’vedonethat?” I shrieked in astonishment, when he was finally out of earshot.
“Yes, once.” Meghan looked away thoughtfully. “Well, several times actually. But over the course of a four-day weekend.”
My bewilderment was so total it verged on actual anger. Picking up one of the cardboard coasters on the table, I threw it at her.
“Meghan, what thefuck?” I cried. “How the hell have you never told me this!?”
My friend shrugged cutely. “You never asked.”
I grabbedhercoaster, threw that also, then started in with the condiments. I threw the plastic pepper shaker first, then the salt. She dodged both, giggling, as everyone in the place began looking over at us.
“Uhhh… Quinn?”
“Okay, okay” I relented, setting down the napkin holder. “Now… out with it!”
Meghan settled back into something that resembled half concentration, half euphoric trance. Whatever place her mind had gone off to, it was obvious she was thoroughly enjoying it.
“Well it was a couple of years after high school,” she began. “My boyfriend at the time rented a lodge in Vermont. Killington, actually. We were supposed to go snowboarding with another couple, but his best friend’s girlfriend broke up with him a week before the trip.”
“Was this the weekend you misplaced your foot?” I needled her.
Meghan looked down at her missing limb and laughed. “No. That happened when I was six, remember? The ice cream man ran over my leg.”
“Uh huh,” I smirked. “Get on with it.”
Her grin was borderline fiendish as my friend settled back into her story. “So we were going alone, but the place wasbig— it had a loft and a hot tub and king-sized beds and everything. So my boyfriend asks if it’s okay if his friend tags along. Especially since he’s bummed and lonely after the breakup.”
“And of course you say yes.”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I?” Meghan answered. “I really wasn’t expecting anything. I figured the guy might feel like a third wheel, but as long as my boyfriend and I had our own bedroom…”
I watched as her eyes lit up from within. Her recollection was picking up steam.
“This wasn’t Dante, was it?” my eyes narrowed.
“Hell no. Dante came later.”
“Okay.”
“Anyway, we skied all day and we drank all night, and it turns out my boyfriend’s best friend was really fuckinghot. And funny. And hot.” She leaned in confidentially. “Did I mention he was hot?”
“Yeah,” I marveled. “You might’ve.”
“So we’re all in the hot tub at the end of the night, high and happy. And I’m feeling pretty fucking indestructible. And I don’t remember exactly how it started, but all of sudden I’m in my boyfriend’s lap and we’re kissing and making out right in front of his friend.
