Him

a stretchy charcoal pencil skirt and a striped tank top

Did he rock your socks off?"

pop open the clasp

scramble up, slack jawed to look closer at the tattoo on his left pec. My fingers trace over the old school Miller Lite logo as he looks down at me.

writhe against him like a horny teenager.

he’s likely with his latest arm candy

My father isn't paying attention, but my mother beams and gives us a very saucy look.

Time to face the music.

giant hickey first.

hobble across the stage.