When Cindy came from her evening walk
the other day I knew that she’d been up to some mischief – she looked a bit
flushed.
“I met this
drop-dead-gorgeous guy,” she said. “I like him, I guess.”
“Ah,” I
muttered, with understanding of what she hadn’t said.
“Guess what?” I
was about to say that I am not good at guesses when she continued, undeterred.
“I’m no longer a virgin.”
Not exactly the
mischief I had envisioned.
“It was on the
beach. Gosh! I screamed my head off.” She said matter-of-factly. “My pussy is
still fluttering like a butterfly.”
I looked at my
sister with an indifferent fury. “That was my boyfriend. I saw you.”
“What do you
mean, Elsie? I know your boyfriend.”
“Well,” I said.
“You win some, you lose some. I never liked him that much anyway.”
Copyright © Rati, 2012.
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