We were having drinks, commiserating about love and the lack thereof when Callie brought up something she’d read about, a DNA test that could find your ‘perfect match.’
“What a load. I’d like to see them try.”
All three chimed “Perfect test!” Two days later, I was mailing in a cheek swab.
Dinner was a treat and the second kiss enticed me in.
“Gotta show you, be upfront.” Stripping, I expose my tight-wrapped breasts and commando cunny dressed in its tangle of blond curls.
Eyes wide, she moves toward me, smiling.
“Guess those scientists really do know their stuff!”
