‘Oh, no… Shit.’
‘What?’ asks Mel.
‘Those fucking frat kids. You should’ve hosted, Mel. They’ll ruin Cassie’s birthday—’
‘Hey,’ says Mel. Suddenly I’m holding an empty wine glass. ‘Leave it to me.’
‘Oh, Mel—’
But she disappears in the throng.
I forget all about them, honestly.
Only in the bathroom do I hear it:
Creaking. Moaning.
The guestroom.
I peer inside…
One hovers over Mel, ass leaping between her legs. She sucks another’s balls. The third fucks her hand.
‘Oh, Suze,’ Mel sputters. ‘Take one?’
She releases Handjob Boy. Grinning, he approaches…
… the door clicks shut behind me…
