Adult Supervision
Les: There is no such thing as a sure thing
Lex: But there is such a thing as two horny sluts getting bored because you won’t close the deal
-Lex Konrad, Text Messages to my Wife, Vol. XXVI
It should have been brilliant. We planned to see Joy after the next Bi Girls Club meeting. And Molly if she wasn’t working. And any of the club girls who wanted to join our fourgy. No worries.
Of course it wouldn’t be this simple; it’s the price we pay for our strange double life.
“So Joy just texted me — Molly still hasn’t come home.” I was playing Mario Kart when Leslie said this. My character plunged into a bottomless ravine.
“Does she do this? I mean, has she ever—”
“Not for more than one night. If we’d gone back to their place sooner, or if we’d left with Molly…” Leslie let her voice trail off, “Do you think it was our… responsibility?”
No, I was thinking, not that it calmed a vague feeling of unease rising in my gut. Julia, I reasoned, was our responsibility. We brought that shy, almost-virginal Columbia student into our world. And who hasn’t had to babysit a drunk friend? But Molly? She was no ingenue. Nor was she trashed.
“Well, if anything she would have been my responsibility since she was my date. Would I have hustled us out an hour earlier if I had known it was on? Yes.”
“But you didn’t come outside to talk to me alone.”
“I thought we were — well, I don’t even know what I was thinking — but this really transcends the whole issue of the four of us having sex. It’s kind of perverse to suggest that I have to nail some chick in the ass to save her from an unknown fate. She left for the Wolf Man’s birthday party and said she’d call in an hour. Why would I assume she wouldn’t be safe with someone called the Wolf Man?”
I was relieved to hear my wife giggle. “Anyway,” I continued, “she’s an adult. Remember when that chick left us at the bar and we were worried and it turned out to be a big pile of nothing? Molly will be home tonight, or tomorrow, and in the unlikely event she isn’t then I will consider losing my shit over this. But until then I’m chalking it up to the folly of youth.”
Les sighed. “That’s the problem with young girls: we always have to babysit.”
“This from the woman who told me two weeks ago that she likes ‘em young.”
And so I find myself transformed into a gallant knight, Leslie and I into responsible adults. What a mad, mad world we live in. I lifted the Wii controller. Mario Kart beckoned.
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