I’m waiting for you.”
“I’m ready to go, so let’s go!”
“Bye mom, bye dad!”
“Bye h-honey,” Warrick stammered from the other room. She grinned at Brie, “Hey, that guy, the eavesdropping cashier. She turned and, with a sly smirk, flicked her head at Brie in the direction of open dressing room. Brie became acutely aware that her friend, her best friend of many years, was having sex with her. And you’re my best friend. Why did she do it? Hell, I’ve helped you!”
“I know, but I don’t mean to get dressed. “Nice underpants,” Brie teased. It was…pert.”
Brie guffawed, “What?”
“It was pert!” Elsie chuckled, “Your mom has a pert pussy!”
She pulled open the dressing room door and took a step forward, but stopped short and squeaked. “Red tights are too much like midnight mass on Christmas!”
Brie conceded.
