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"You enjoy listening to that pseudo-intellectual crap?" Mitch chuckles. It's a low, throaty sound quite unlike the giggling you get from so many females. "Well put. And actually, yes, I do. It entertains me." "What were they talking about?" "They were discussing the rights of women with regards to sex. Both sides were claiming to be on the side of the angels, but one said that women shouldn't have to have sex at all and the other was saying they were entitled to enjoy it." "And where do you stand on that?"

I sigh, turning back to my work and she snorts. "Does that mean we should pick up the conversation in the afternoon then?" She suggests and I frown. "It means that we should stop talking about dick. Period." I say with my eyes on my desktop "But why? Dick is such a fun subject to talk about?" A voice that does not belong to Matilda says and I stiffen. I slowly look up from my screen to see a smirking Henry. Not only that but Rowan and Jax flagging both sides of him.

Smart guy indeed, isn't he? I shake my head, laughing. "Sorry. Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this." It feels slightly inappropriate to bring up such a topic as a warm-up with a new companion. Shouldn't we be talking about college? About his major? Or about his football team? "Why not? I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me." Lance smirks. "Just like I've heard about you." I can't disagree. The topic piques my interest, though. "Really? Like what?"

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

"Girl talk. You know." The overly happy smile I plaster on appeases him and the conversation changes topic. There is much discussion on whether the chicken will be overcooked. Tonight's edition of Rich People Gossip revolves around how last time they left the chicken on the warming racks too long. It was scandalous in everyone's eyes.

“You’d be surprised the things I do when I get bored.” The conversation at the table floated around the topics of property moves, political favors, upcoming shifts in regional imports. And it seemed disturbing that all people of their caliber talked about was either something bad or money. Then, one of the men at the far end of the table leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink lazily. "I for one is not surprised."

“But seriously, Elena, you sound happy. And that makes me happy. Just don’t forget about your poor, lonely best friend while you’re off living your fantasy life, okay?” “Never,” Elena said firmly. The conversation turned lighter after that, flowing naturally as they caught up on life. Sara shared funny stories about work, venting about annoying clients and the office coffee machine that broke down daily. Elena listened, laughing at her friend’s exaggerated impressions of her coworkers, and for a while, it felt like nothing had changed. They talked about their favorite TV shows, gossiped about mutual acquaintances, and even debated the merits of pineapple on pizza - Sara’s guilty pleasure and

As the evening progressed, our discussions delved into lighter topics, sprinkled with laughter and playful banter. Time seemed to slip away too fast as we lost ourselves in the joy of each other’s company. The more we conversed, the more I discovered the depth of Meghan’s wit and intelligence. Her quick comebacks and clever remarks kept me on my toes, and I found it immensely rewarding to have her laughing at my jokes. We laughed about silly childhood memories, shared embarrassing moments from our past, and even debated the merits of our favorite movies and books. It was a delightful exchange of thoughts and perspectives, each conversation building upon the previous one.

We were all acting as if we were not naked as the day we were born and standing in a pool with other grown-ass adults. At least we were acting that way on the surface. There was an undercurrent of... something. Laughter at jokes came quicker and was louder than it had been before, but any obvious openings for a dirty joke or double-entendre were always ignored. Our kids had always been the number one subject of discussion among the four of us, but as this night went on, the subject of the girls drifted into the background. At one point, Erika and I exchanged a glance. Her eyes widened at me and her smile got a little wild. I rolled my eyes back at her in agreement.

"How about we play safer games going forward?" "Like what, like football?" he joked. "Anything but Twenty Questions."