Kissing the Boss
I scowled at her and muttered, “Dick. Yes. All that is just… It’s frosting on an already perfect cake.”
Gabby and Camille threw back their heads and laughed.
“Yes!” Camille fisted the air in delight. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about. You go, girl. Lick that frosting.” She lifted her palm for a high five, and added, “I am so going to live vicariously through you until I find my own Prince Charming with an impressive ten-inches-or-more magic wand.”