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sentence, Eva looked at Lane. The look
on her friend’s face made her rethink her words from Lane’s place
in life. The idea her happiness highlighted Lane’s sorrow came to
the front of her mind.
    “You know,” Eva said, “as much as you and I
commiserated, I realize you had it much tougher than I did. I was
just frustrated and forgot a lot of what I needed to do to fix my
situation. At least Peter was honest with me. Charles… well, what a
fucking asshole.”
    Lane nodded. Looking at herself with the events of
Eva’s life as perspective, Lane realized her pain was not as sharp
as it had been six months ago. There was a grain of hope.
    “So…” Lane said, teasing her friend.
    “What?”
    “SO!” Lane asked, reveling the role of inquisitor to
Eva’s secret.
    “What have we done?”
    “Yes!”
    Eva could see Lane’s face and knew trying to deflect
was hopeless.
    “Well,” she said. “There was this guy at the
restaurant, Jeremy. He’s that really cut 26-year old.”
    Jeremy’s image immediately rose in Lane’s mind. He
was strong without being obnoxious about it, with real muscles and
the kind of dirty blonde hair that looks messed up and kept at the
same time. He was cute and handsome and nice all at once.
    At Eva’s mention of Jeremy, an image of her friend
mounting his cut younger body and riding him hard gave Lane a pang
of jealousy. Not because he had satisfied Eva, but because he had
not satisfied her.
    “Oh my god, you fucked Jeremy?!”
    “No, no, no. Nothing that exciting. Yet.” Eva and
Lane exploded in laughs. “No, I was really pissed at Peter. One
night I threw myself at him and he totally blew me off. I said fuck
this and went home, got my magic wand and said ‘I’m not going to
think about Peter and I’m going to fuck myself like I need it.’ So
there I am in our room, getting really turned on, thinking of
Jeremy giving it to me on the pool table after hours in the
Lancaster. So I’m imagining him there and then as I’m about to
come, I see Rene, that waitress we used to have. And thinking about
Jeremy on me with Rene watching was… Jesus.”
    Eva smiled and made a pantomime of fanning
herself.
    “So Peter came home and wanted some and was acting
like I’d throw myself at him because he deigned to ask. I was so
fucking pissed and he was so fucking cocky that I said the job was
already done and I told him what I was thinking about when I did
it.”
    Lane’s eyes lit up and let out another peal of
laughter.
    “You did not,” she said.
    “I swear to God,” Eva said. “I was proud of that one.
Anyway, instead of turning into this horrible fight, it kind of
snapped Peter’s head around and Lane, Christ, he and I went at it
harder than we did on our honeymoon. Part of him thought he was
putting me in my place or marking his territory or whatever, but
wow. And afterwards we talked. We looked at where we had gotten
ourselves, what we wanted, and thought this… option… might be a fun
to explore.”
    “So, are you guys like swingers now?” Lane asked.
    “Oh, no. Well, I guess I can’t act too shocked.” Eva
paused, trying to fit into words what she could not even wrap her
head and heart around. “It’s not like we’re out to fuck anything
and everything. We’re just looking for interesting things to
explore together. It’s weird, but since we know we’re always going
to go home together, it kind of gives us this opportunity to
explore things in a way you never feel safe doing when you’re
single. At least for me.”
    “Like what?”
    “Well…” Eva said, blushing.
    “Good God Eva. What did you do?” Lane couldn’t keep
the smile off her face. “I don’t ever think I’ve seen you
blush.”
    “The Saturday before last we had a threesome at the
James Hotel,” Eva said, looking down at the table, then up to Lane
for her reaction.
    Eyes the size of quarters, Lane mouthed without
sound, “Holy fucking shit.”
    “I know, I know,” Eva’s tone was