"Jason, what do you think of Rebecca?" she asks her husband. I'm ready to scream out loud to break the f*****g tension.
"She's... wonderful," he dodges the question, "and a great friend."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes," is all he can manage, like we're in the principal's office getting the third degree or something.
"Okay, it's a nice start," Kara continues, and takes a long drink of wine. "I'm going to pick up the pace by telling my husband something he doesn't know." She leans back, revealing the center of her bra in the plunging unbuttoned front of her blouse.
"Jason," she continues, "as you know, Becca and I had lunch today. What you don't know is that she had her mouth on my... p***y, in the dressing room at Barnabe's."
Good thing my mouth's not full of wine, or I'd be spitting it all o
