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"Yeah, after!" groaned Cath into her hair, which Sam had begun piling in her face.
"I would have forgot, but Marissa asked me for my number," said Jayda simply.
"There's gotta be a message from her," said Naomi, but without real hope in her voice. She finally located her phone and pulled it out.
"Gotta be," said Cath in a sarcastic sing-song.
"Mimi, honey..." said Sam consolingly.
Jayda looked at both of them, then shook her head sadly.
"HA!" Naomi's laugh was a positive cackle. "Just look, bitches!"
On the screen was a selfie taken by a black woman with close-cropped hair in a commercial pilot's uniform, her name tag in the shot reading Jessamyn Sanders. Below it was a text:
"Thanking you for the best fuck I've had in twenty years. Hit me up if you ever need a domestic flight on short notice. J."
Her roommates sat back down on the couch. Naomi put down her phone and sat triumphantly down between them.
"Okay, give me twenty dollars so I can pay her," said Cath to Sam.
Sam looked at Jayda. "You owe me."
Jayda looked at Naomi. "She owes me."
Naomi had already begun giggling. After staring at her for a moment, they started reaching for pillows to throw.
- COMMENTS
SirDigbyChickenCaesar5 months ago"I know, but it's different," said Jayda with no hint of offense. "You never have any money either."
As a hobby writer, I shouldn't have laughed.
Minor correction: "bosom" refers to the whole chest; a single person with "bosoms" implies multiple racks. :p
