Just A Little Fling. Julie Kistler

your information, I planned things rather carefully,” she insisted. “Yesterday was my birthday and I was trying to arrange a very simple little fling. But did I pick some stud ten years younger than me? No! A stranger? No! I chose a decent, normal guy with an IQ well above four. Not Feather McStupid!”

      “Okay, that’s not funny.” But he started to laugh anyway. He couldn’t help it. His senses were overloading and he had to break the tension somehow. Feather McStupid? It wasn’t that clever; it just hit him the right way.

      “So happy to keep you entertained.”

      He shrugged. “I said I was sorry.”

      “Yeah, about four times now, like I really believe any of them.” Her shoulders slumped. “I don’t want to ask you for any favors, but do you have any clothes you could lend me? I have a suitcase down in my car, but I can’t get down there dressed like this.” Her eyes were a luminous, misty green as she gazed at him, all woebegone and miserable. “I just really need to be out of here and not talking about this anymore. This whole you-and-me-last-night thing is just too much for me.”