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A couple of hours later, I was alone in the hotel room.
AJ had gone
out in search of food ... feeling decadent, I was laying on the bed,
wearing
nothing but his t-shirt, staring at the ceiling. I giggled to
myself, thinking of
earlier ... I’d decided to teach myself how to give a blow job.
I don’t know
who enjoyed it more, AJ or me.
“Oh my god,” I suddenly said aloud. “I have to call Sarah.”
It was that simple. I had to forgive her for whatever she’d
done ...
she was my best friend, and I missed her terribly. Besides, maybe
I’d been
too harsh -- from what she’d said the night before, she hadn’t been
sure that
Steve and Heather were having an affair. A good friend wasn’t
going to go
spreading unconfirmed rumors ... besides, who else was I going to tell
about
AJ?
I dialed the phone. “Hello?”
“Sarah? It’s me.”
“Victoria? I’m glad you called back ...” She sounded hesitant.
“Me, too. I’m sorry, Sar ... I didn’t mean ...”
“No, wait, I’m the one who’s sorry. I should have ...”
I laughed. “I bet I’m sorrier.”
“No way, I’m sorrier than you.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
We dissolved into a fit of the giggles. “Oh, god, Sarah,”
I said
finally, “you’ll never believe the past couple of days.”
“Tell me everything -- like how did you get to Indiana?
And when
are you coming home?”
I paused. “I’ll tell you how I got here ... but I’m not
sure when I’m
coming home. Or if I’m coming home.”
“Victoria ...”
“Please, just hear me out. Besides you, I’m not sure what
I have to
come back to. But, let’s not talk about that right now.
I have to tell you
about ... well, my traveling companion.”
“You have a traveling companion? Did someone come with you?”
“No, I kind of picked him up in the middle of Illinois.”
“Picked him up? Are you doing the hitchhiker thing or
something???”
“No, not a hitchhiker! I met him at a diner ...” I
proceeded to tell
her about AJ, leaving out the last few hours.
She knew I was leaving something out, though. “What are
you not
telling me about this guy? Come on, Victory, spill it.”
“You’re gonna yell at me.”
“Well, I’m already gonna yell at you for inviting a total stranger
into
your car, so you might as well just give me the whole story.”
“How bad is the yelling going to be if I tell you my car wasn’t
the
only place I invited him?”
Sarah was silent for a minute while that sank in. Then she
screamed.
I rubbed my ear. “Thanks, Sar, I didn’t need that eardrum.”
“You FUCKED him???”
“I think ‘fucked’ is a rather crude word for what I just experienced,
but yeah, basically.”
“Oh, god, I need to sit down. My Victoria, the stable rock
by which
I stay sane, just slept with a stranger. Just tell me one thing
... was it good?”
I laughed. “Sar ... on a scale of one to ten, Steve is a
negative five,
and AJ is a twenty.”
“Holy shit ... details, girl, details!!”
“No,” I said. “He’ll be back any minute with dinner.
I promise,
though, you’ll get every detail later, when ...” I almost said
‘when I get
home.’ I couldn’t promise that, though. “When I’m going
to be alone
longer.”
“Okay ... I have to go, anyway,” she said ruefully. “My shift
starts in
twenty minutes.”
“Have fun at work.”
She snorted. “Have I mentioned lately that I hate waiting tables?”
“I think you’ve said it once or twice.” It was more like
every
conversation I had with her.
“It bears repeating. Victory, sweetheart, call me back soon,”
she
pleaded. “I’m worried about you.”
“You don’t need to be ... but, yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow, promise.”
“You’d better. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up the phone and put my chin on my knees. I was
experiencing the first bout of homesickness I’d had in two days, and
I had
no idea what to do with it.
