I look down at my boy. “Do you realize she 's going to be your mama?”
He wags his tail, and we head for my truck. The businesses are all closed, so the hike 's short. When we 're loaded, I ask him. “We've got an hour to kill. Want to go to the park and chase the ball?”
Jorja
Standing in my closet, trying to decide what to wear tonight is pure torture. Hooligan’s is not a fancy place. It is a pub. I should wear casual clothes and Converse tennis shoes. But Desi’s text makes me stop. She was going to wear sexy and available.
I grab my phone.
Margie! Help!
What’s wrong? Are you okay?
I need to know which dress says sexy and available.
Ah! An easy choice.
Thelittle black dress.
You know the one you have not worn?
Where is Jocko taking you?
I slide the hangers until I am looking at it stuffed in the very back of my clothes. It was a drunk purchase. It is mostly spandex and leaves nothing to the imagination. Hanging there, it looks like a tube top.
We are going out to eat at Angelo’s, then to Hooligan’s. Are you sure that dress?
Girl, your body owned that dress.
It oozes sexy and screams available.
I don’t know. I want sexy, not whore.
When you are going after a man,
go whore! Trust me!
Every man wants to take a girl home that promises what that dress promises.
Jocko won’t take his eyes off you.
Not just because he’s horny for you, but because every other man in there will be drooling over you.
And he won’t like that.
I laugh, remembering poor Joseph Pruitt in high school.
Very strategic.
Exactly!
Thank you!
That’s what besties do.
I take the dress off the rack.
Leave your hair casual.
