Exsanguinate by Killion Slade Read Free Book Online

rubbing me raw all night.”
    “All the more reason to lose them early.” She winked at me.
    I pulled up the mini skirt while she helped me tack on the gauzy bandages in various places to give the appearance of being wrapped.
    “I have to admit, Dakota, this costume is quite cute.”
    “I liked the way it displayed on the mannequin at the costume shop. As soon as I saw it, I knew it had to be yours.”
    Dakota’s cell phone rang and she grabbed it out of her bra. She’d programmed the “eee-eee-eee” from the Psycho shower scene as her ring tone. I looked at her sideways.
    “What? Can you think of a better place not to lose it?”
    I shook my head as she left the room. I already knew the contents of her underwear drawer. I did not need to learn anything more about the contents of her bra.
    Dakota had returned from the kitchen with more bottles of hard cider when Sheridan arrived.
    “Sheridan O’Cuinn is at the front door,” Padme announced.
    “Padme, let her in please.”
    Padme opened the door and closed it behind Sheridan. We heard Sheridan singsong as she made her way down the hall towards my room.
    “Ding dong. Sorry I’m late. The license plates have changed color, so fall has arrived and you know what that means. All the damn snowbirds are here, and now it takes five times as long to get anywhere.”
    Beano barked as Sheridan’s little Pomsky barked back at him. Stormaggedon was dressed in her ballerina outfit. When Sheridan let her out of her bag, and out onto the floor, Stormy looked awfully cute in her tutu.
    “Oh, I LOVE it. How wicked is that?” Dakota shrilled out a greeting. “OMG, Sher – she is so adorable. Chey, why don’t you have a costume for Beano?”
    I just looked at her and took another swig.
    Beano and Stormy greeted one another in true doggie style. Sniffs for all my friends, and immediately Stormy decided Beano was her jungle gym, and off they went to play.
    “C’mon, Sher, we’re just getting ready. Let me get you a drink.”
    When I returned to the bedroom, Sheridan was asking Dakota, “How are you going to be Elvira with no boobs?”
    Dakota put down her cider. She pulled out the full-length black gown from its garment bag and revealed a neckline cut to the waist complete with fake, plastic breasts and cleavage. “I wish my real boobs could pull it off in that dress.”
    We all stood looking at the costume held in front of her. The fake boobies distorted Dakota’s figure so much, it seemed as if we were looking into a fun house mirror. She handed me the dress and proceeded to perform a lift and squish to her A cups to try to emulate the fake breasts.
    Mashing her fists up under her ribs to create the impression of heaving bosoms, she sighed. “Why can’t I have boobs like yours and Sheridan’s? Why did I get the short end of the titty stick?”
    “Isn’t that what Victoria’s Secret is? To produce boobs where none have existed before? I think you have pockets sewn into your bras just to hold everything in there to make them look bigger.” I teased her and put the dress on the bed and handed Dakota’s cider back to her.
    “How did you know?” Dakota punted back at me.
    Laughing, we stood gawking at each other in front of the mirror. It was a moment where I wished my eyes could take a photograph because a camera would have ruined the moment. It was rare that all three of us got together much anymore. We really needed to spend more sister time with each other.
    Sheridan said, “Hey, remember when we used to play dress up in Mom’s clothes, turn on her old Elton John records, and dance to Crocodile Rock ?”
    Almost if on cue, we put down our drinks, wrapped our arms across the tops of our shoulders, and walked the monkey walk in our high heels until we fell down and laughed ourselves silly on the bed.
    It felt good to laugh again. It had been too long … for all of us. This was truly a rare moment for us since Mom had died.
    “What is your costume, Sheridan?”