The first week of October in Virginia this year is mild, and as we sit down for lunch Laurel is sending one of her latest minions away as he's gently playing with the spaghetti strap on her tank top.
"Go on now. I'll see you later," she says patting his cheek with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand.
"He looks a little young. You may have to throw that one back to grow for a year or two," I say.
"Freshman, they're so adorable and sooo eager to please," Laurel laughs.
"Can I ask you a question without you getting mad?" Josh asks her.
"Nope," we say in unison then dissolve into giggles for a minute. When we catch our breath Josh is looking at us like we're crazy.
"Kidding. We're kidding, ask away."
"Do you ever worry about your reputation?" he asks her.
"What reputation?"
"About...being seen with all these different guys? I have never thought it was fair that people think it's ok for guys to hang out with lots of different girls, but when girls act the same way, it just never seems to work out for them."
"Oh, how sweet. He's worried about my virtue Katie."
I can't hold in my laugh and I almost spurt milk out of my nose.
"You guys making fun of me?"
"No. I mean it, you do seem sweet Josh. But to answer your question, no. I don't care about what other people think. Life's too short. I like kissing boys. So what? There are worse choices I could be making with my life," she tells him confidently.
"Besides, everyone knows you're not an action attraction," I add.
"Action attraction?" Josh asks looking confused.
"Girls that guys get a lot of...um, action from," I tell him picking up my fork.
"Air quotes? Really Kat?" he teases.
I spear a tater tot pointing it across the table saying, "Our Miss Laurel here offers a strict one-item menu of ONLY kissing."
"Well, mostly. There have been a few exceptions, but still, only over the clothes stuff. All this," she gestures at herself with both hands from head to hips, "is strictly PG rating," she explains.
"Good to know," he says.
"Why did you ask? Feeling curious newbie?" she purrs leaning her arms on the table that presses her boobs together, "thinking about being Laurelized?"
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