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this guy or do you hate him? Testing a man is different than trying to humiliate him.”
Kate stuffed her hands angrily in the pockets of her coat. “You’re right. This isn’t what I thought the game would be about, but I can’t help myself. I’m so angry with him. He’s doing everything I ask, but all I really want is for Mr. Elf not to exist. To have never existed. I want to go back to seeing Brock as the simple, honest man I thought he was before I found the phone.”
Angie shrugged. “I want to not have stretch marks, but you know what? Shit happens, Kate. I’m beginning to think you shouldn’t play this game with Brock. You’re not a spiteful person. This is not the way to find out if he loves you.”
Kate stopped walking. “First you tell me he should pay. Now you’re second-guessing everything I’m doing and calling me spiteful? Maybe the only mistake I’ve made was turning to you for advice.”
Angie stopped her stroller and turned toward her. “I said you’re not spiteful. Listen, you’ve been through a lot this year. I don’t want you to lose Brock over something stupid that I thought could be funny. You were supposed to enjoy the game, Kate. You’re not. End it now.”
Kate felt cornered and exposed. She snapped, “You know what I’m sick of? People telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. My mother planned out every moment of my childhood. My ex-husband tried to make me into the wife he thought I should be. The last thing I need is a friend who thinks she knows what I should do better than me. You have two kids, Angie. Mother them, not me.”
Kate turned and walked away from Angie. She heard Angie calling after her, but she didn’t stop. She kept walking until she was safely back inside her house. She threw her coat on the back of a chair and stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes, shaking in anger. As her adrenaline rush subsided, Kate sank into the couch and dialed a number on her phone.
“Angie?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my bad mood out on you.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re confused right now.”
“I bought him a fishnet thong. Should I throw it away?”
Angie chuckled. “Wow. That’s quite an image you just gave me. Before I answer that, I need to say something. You were completely justified in telling me to back off. Your relationship with Brock and how you handle it is your business. I wouldn’t want you telling me how to handle Mike. So, ask me, if you want my opinion, but know that I’ll be okay if you don’t follow it.”
Warmth spread through Kate. She didn’t know what she’d done to earn a friend like Angie, but she was so glad she had her. “I want your opinion. Fishnet or no fishnet?”
Angie was quiet for a moment, then said, “Fishnet, if you give it a chance to be sexy. Don’t laugh at him while he’s in it. Hey, I’ve seen him at the gym. Brock has an amazing body. He may rock that thong. It really isn’t about what you give him, Kate. It’s why. I don’t believe Brock ever meant to hurt you with his game. Don’t hurt him with yours.”
“I don’t think I can give it to him without smirking.”
Angie chuckled again. “Just laugh with him, Kate. Have fun with it. Hell, tell me where you got it and maybe I’ll pick one up for Mike.”
Kate’s eyes rounded. “You really think Mike would wear one?”
“Kate, you have a lot to learn about men. He’d do anything for a blow job. Oh, and me. We can do shit like this to each other and laugh about it later because it’s all in fun. Does that make sense?”
“Angie, I am so lucky to have met you.”
“I feel the same way. Hell, Mike loves that we hang out. You reminded us to make time for each other. Have fun tonight, Kate. Forget about everything else, and just have fun.”
***
That night, after they had eaten dinner and swapped stories about their week, Kate led Brock to the living room. Her eyes watered a little from
Kate stuffed her hands angrily in the pockets of her coat. “You’re right. This isn’t what I thought the game would be about, but I can’t help myself. I’m so angry with him. He’s doing everything I ask, but all I really want is for Mr. Elf not to exist. To have never existed. I want to go back to seeing Brock as the simple, honest man I thought he was before I found the phone.”
Angie shrugged. “I want to not have stretch marks, but you know what? Shit happens, Kate. I’m beginning to think you shouldn’t play this game with Brock. You’re not a spiteful person. This is not the way to find out if he loves you.”
Kate stopped walking. “First you tell me he should pay. Now you’re second-guessing everything I’m doing and calling me spiteful? Maybe the only mistake I’ve made was turning to you for advice.”
Angie stopped her stroller and turned toward her. “I said you’re not spiteful. Listen, you’ve been through a lot this year. I don’t want you to lose Brock over something stupid that I thought could be funny. You were supposed to enjoy the game, Kate. You’re not. End it now.”
Kate felt cornered and exposed. She snapped, “You know what I’m sick of? People telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. My mother planned out every moment of my childhood. My ex-husband tried to make me into the wife he thought I should be. The last thing I need is a friend who thinks she knows what I should do better than me. You have two kids, Angie. Mother them, not me.”
Kate turned and walked away from Angie. She heard Angie calling after her, but she didn’t stop. She kept walking until she was safely back inside her house. She threw her coat on the back of a chair and stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes, shaking in anger. As her adrenaline rush subsided, Kate sank into the couch and dialed a number on her phone.
“Angie?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my bad mood out on you.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re confused right now.”
“I bought him a fishnet thong. Should I throw it away?”
Angie chuckled. “Wow. That’s quite an image you just gave me. Before I answer that, I need to say something. You were completely justified in telling me to back off. Your relationship with Brock and how you handle it is your business. I wouldn’t want you telling me how to handle Mike. So, ask me, if you want my opinion, but know that I’ll be okay if you don’t follow it.”
Warmth spread through Kate. She didn’t know what she’d done to earn a friend like Angie, but she was so glad she had her. “I want your opinion. Fishnet or no fishnet?”
Angie was quiet for a moment, then said, “Fishnet, if you give it a chance to be sexy. Don’t laugh at him while he’s in it. Hey, I’ve seen him at the gym. Brock has an amazing body. He may rock that thong. It really isn’t about what you give him, Kate. It’s why. I don’t believe Brock ever meant to hurt you with his game. Don’t hurt him with yours.”
“I don’t think I can give it to him without smirking.”
Angie chuckled again. “Just laugh with him, Kate. Have fun with it. Hell, tell me where you got it and maybe I’ll pick one up for Mike.”
Kate’s eyes rounded. “You really think Mike would wear one?”
“Kate, you have a lot to learn about men. He’d do anything for a blow job. Oh, and me. We can do shit like this to each other and laugh about it later because it’s all in fun. Does that make sense?”
“Angie, I am so lucky to have met you.”
“I feel the same way. Hell, Mike loves that we hang out. You reminded us to make time for each other. Have fun tonight, Kate. Forget about everything else, and just have fun.”
***
That night, after they had eaten dinner and swapped stories about their week, Kate led Brock to the living room. Her eyes watered a little from
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