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Rhea nudged her wife beside her. “When do you think their wedding is?” she whispered.

Paige snorted. “I hope we’re invited to that shitshow.”

“Ladies and gentleladies…” Jocie sounded like an MC as the dance song playing from the DJ’s booth conveniently transitioned into “Moulin Rouge.” “The two truths about our lovely Loren Hamilton, associate professor of Religious Studies, is that she became a vegetarian to impress a girl at St. Francesca’s… and she has a schoolgirl uniform fetish.”

Loren gasped. “I think you mean that’s the lie!”

“No, no,” Maya interrupted. “You went nuts when I wore a uniform that one time. You said something about how it reminded you of the good times.”

Loren was so red in the face that Jocie erupted in laughter. Even Paige, who knew Loren the least out of everyone there, couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement. “I’d love to know what this supposed lie is then.”

“Because you go fucknuts for the schoolgirl look…” Jocie wagged a long finger in her other girlfriend’s face. “You always have at least one student waiting for you in your office.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Jocie whispered something in Maya’s ear. Seconds later, Maya threw back her head and laughed so hard that she almost fell off Jocie’s lap.

“Both of you,” Loren added. “And I actually like you, Maya.”

“It’s okay if you don’t like me,” Jocie said. “As long as you love me enough to keep sleeping with me.”

“I don’t have to love you to keep sleeping with you.”

“Well?” Rhea prompted the throuple sitting across from her and Paige. “Is that a lie?”

“Of course it is! Jesus, Jocie, you could get me fired!”

“I’m still getting back at you for getting me expelled all those years ago.”

Before things could get more heated, Paige volunteered to go next. The onus was on Rhea to come up with two truths and a lie about her wife, all while Jocie took a large drink.

“You were not a virgin when we met,” she said, keeping with the adult theme. “You secretly ghostwrite for me, and you have a crush on one of your clients.”

Silence fell across the women on the other couch. Paige shot a single dagger at her wife while she crossed her arms. “Speaking of getting people fired…” she muttered.

“I know for a fact that she doesn’t ghostwrite any of your stuff,” Loren said. “I’ve read enough to guess.”

“Which begs the question,” Jocie continued for her girlfriend, “about that last statement.Doyou have a crush on one of your clients? Because I need to know who it is before I throw any more WNBA players at you.”

Rhea already took a drink as she was so easily discovered in her lie. While liquor burned all the way down, Paige said, “You’ve seen some of my clients. They’re hot as hell.”

“I need to know who, though. Because it’s killing me.”

“I’ll never tell, Joce.”

“It’s the porn star, isn’t it?”

Everyone was silent again until Maya asked, “Porn star? I guess they’d have to go to the gym a lot.”

“Like I said, I’ll never tell.”

Jocie turned to Loren. “It’s definitely the porn star. She’s the hottest shit in that gym, but not as hot as our Maya.”

“I wanna know what she looks like!” Maya exclaimed.

“Her name is Carmen Coyote, right?” Jocie didn’t wait for an answer. “Time to hit up the search engines when we get home. I think you’ll like her,” she said to Loren. “If you love Maya’s thighs, you’ll go gaga for Carmen’s.”

“Nobody’s thighs are better than Maya’s. Definitely not yours.”

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