”I watched as his mouth dropped open, a refreshing change.“My best friends and I tease each other about our numbers, the number of men we’ve had...sex with. Six may seem like a lot to you, or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t know. My best friend Sue, the girl who was with me the night we met, her number is in the 30s. My roommate Rachel, her number is in the 40s. And my other friend, Samantha, is in the 60s. Keep in mind, they are all about my age, so in my book that makes six look pretty. It contains no sex, no people. Please do not read if that is what you seek. If you enjoy this very short passage, please vote. The vermillion sun clings tenuously to the day slinking slowly behind the distant mountains silhouetted in the gathering gloom. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the tile-clad façade pot marked with missing tiles like a jigsaw uncompleted, now tiles hold precariously to the wall, their patina of grime relieved by aerosol graffiti and reflect only decay and. . Did they say anything about it?" Dad didn't. You know how hard to read he can be. Mom seems to be hoping its all just fabrication." This is so embarrassing," he said."So... did you do it?" Did I do what?" The butt-crack thing, you idiot. What do you think everyone's been talking about?" I thought the blowjob in the shower and the drugs might've taken precedence as the topic of conversation." Well, they're talking about all of it, of course, but it's the butt-crack that seems to stand out the. I felt like the middle puppy in a pile of puppies, but I slept okay. It is a mite crowded in here, but we'll survive." Well, I still had my man to cuddle against, so I slept just fine," Millie said. "The only thing I didn't like about it was that we still had our clothes on."Millie and I kissed, then when I glanced back over at Lettie, I saw her eyes were open. Millie must have noticed too, because she asked, "Did you sleep okay, Lettie?" I slept better than I have in months," Lettie said..