Page 6 of Seven+Four
“Lor, shut it. Sari, what you need is to be careful of the bad dick curse,” Ollie states.
“What’s that?” Rami downs his mimosa before starting to fill all the glasses on the table again.
This juice is pretty good; it has a sharp aftertaste. It slides down my throat so smoothly.
“A double jerk of a dick outside the bed, while in bed too good a dick; hard to let him go.”
“Been there done that.” Rami snorts, and Lori nods.
Michael giggles. “Kind of like a dèjà vu-oodu for me!”
“Dèjà vu is nothing but the frontal regions of the brain attempting to correct an inaccurate memory.” My mouth can’tseem to stop moving, my thoughts just fly out, how weird. I finish my glass.
“You’re barfing Wikipedia all over us to avoid giving more details of the distracted prick.” Lori pouts at me. He’s so pretty. I wish I was as tiny as him.
“Wikipedia is 85% inaccurate,” I counter.
“Will you tell me more if I share, too? Sort of a vicarious thrill? Because Gabe let me tie him up yesterday, and the dirty things I did to him…they weren’t even the best part. It was when Bez tore those cuffs like a herculean demigod and?—”
“Stop!” Michael exclaims. “Keep your men’s sex escapades for yourself at least for an hour.”
“What? I like a firm hand in the bedroom.” Lori tsks.
“Firmly gagging you,” Rami mutters, but we all hear him. This conversation is making me squirm on my chair.
“Sod the both of you!”
“Maybe I need to be more seductive?” I hazard. Did I say that out loud?
Ollie seems to agree with me. “Everybody has a small Marilyn inside.”
“Monroe or Manson?” Rami asks with a pensive look on his face.
Lori taps his fingers on his chin. “Can it be both?”
“Your Manson is overtaking the Monroe lately,” Ollie snaps at him.
“Awww, you think so?”
“That wasn’t a compl—never mind. Just be yourself, Sari,” Ollie encourages me.
“Lovely. It makes me want to poke my eyes out. Worst advice ever given.” Lori sniffs.
“Then what?” Michael asks him.
It takes Lori a few seconds to reply. “This is going to come back to bite me later, but I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
Rami snorts. “Like you even try, Gremlin.”
“Thank you Doctor Reacher, where did you get that degree in psychology?”
“Same place where you took yours in sarcasm,” Rami counters back.
“So what’s your advice?” I interject. I’m curious.
“You have genius mojo; use it.”
“I don’t think people are turned on by geniuses. Most get weirded out.”
