surroundings.
“Hypothetically?” Stella looked across the street at a man with a camera, who was acting like he was taking pictures of everything but her. “Not at all. You need to leave. Now,” she said as she shot up and began walking briskly to the left toward her building.
Fucking vultures. She didn’t look back, hoping she noticed the cameraman before he got a shot of her with Stan. She was trying to keep everyone away from this thing. Stan didn’t need any questions about her from the FBI.
On Saturday morning, Millie, Stella, and Cooper were lounging out on the back porch drinking beer and reading. The October morning was too chilly for bathing suits, but they had on shorts and short sleeves. They were going to grill out in a few hours, but were just having an awesome lazy day.
“Have you read this?” Stella asked, holding her Kindle up.
“What?”
“It’s so good. I mean, he’s so hot and they have really good sex. The two main characters have known each other since they were at a foster home together. Of course, they’re with different people and completely tortured. She goes to law school, but her life is shit and she doesn’t take the bar. That’s bullshit. Can you imagine going to law school and not taking the bar?”
“No way in hell,” Millie retorted.
“I mean, I went to law school and my life is shit, but I still took the bar.” Stella pushed her sunglasses up her nose. She’d pulled her hair back into a very unattractive ponytail that suited their backyard lounge lizard morning. “It’s super yummy,” she concluded. “You should read it.”
“Loan it to me?”
“Sure. I’m done with the first book. There are two of them.”
“I’m reading the last book in that series about breathing. It’s an emotional roller coaster. I kind of want to stab the main character.”
“You’re so violent, Millie.” Stella laughed. “I don’t know why you read such dramatic shit. There’s no need for that.” She shrugged. “I’ve got enough emotional bullshit for ten people.”
“True story,” Millie confirmed.
Stella stood up and went to the cooler; Cooper got up and followed her. “Coop, we’re not going anywhere, calm down.” She reached in and grabbed a beer. “You want one?”
Millie nodded and put her hand out toward Stella.
Stella twisted the top off the beer. “So, I have this new app on my phone that George and I have been using. It’s awesome. It’s like a walk-talkie for your phones.”
“Like old school walkie-talkies?” Millie asked, her eyes interested.
“Yeah. It’s called Voxer and it’s like an audio text message. Also, you can do it without using your minutes and it’s easier than calling someone.” She motioned toward Millie’s phone. “Give me your phone.”
“Don’t you have to have handles for walkie-talkies?” Millie asked as Stella installed the app on her phone. “My dad used to have a CB radio. His handle was Grizzly Bear.”
Stella burst out laughing. “Grizzly Bear?”
“What? That was when Smokey and the Bandit was big; he was big like a bear and mean as fuck too. Pretty accurate name.”
Stella was still laughing. “We should come up with really stupid handles for everyone and put this app on everyone’s phone.” Stella snorted just thinking about it. “Billy can be No Balls!”
“What would yours be?” Millie giggled.
“Hmmm. We need to come up with good ones for us.” Stella was quiet while thinking. “Oooooooh, Jesse’s can be Plays with Balls!”
“Oh, I get it! All the boys will be some sort of ball name?”
“You’re so bright,” Stella said sarcastically.
“Ours can be boxes,” Millie suggested, snorting a little when she burst into giggles.
Stella nodded. “I have a magic box.”
“You can call me Jewelry Box,” Millie laughed.
“Does that mean that you have a bedazzled vajayjay?” Stella pondered for a moment. “You can call me Toy Box.”
“Lunch box?” Millie squeaked out in
“Hypothetically?” Stella looked across the street at a man with a camera, who was acting like he was taking pictures of everything but her. “Not at all. You need to leave. Now,” she said as she shot up and began walking briskly to the left toward her building.
Fucking vultures. She didn’t look back, hoping she noticed the cameraman before he got a shot of her with Stan. She was trying to keep everyone away from this thing. Stan didn’t need any questions about her from the FBI.
On Saturday morning, Millie, Stella, and Cooper were lounging out on the back porch drinking beer and reading. The October morning was too chilly for bathing suits, but they had on shorts and short sleeves. They were going to grill out in a few hours, but were just having an awesome lazy day.
“Have you read this?” Stella asked, holding her Kindle up.
“What?”
“It’s so good. I mean, he’s so hot and they have really good sex. The two main characters have known each other since they were at a foster home together. Of course, they’re with different people and completely tortured. She goes to law school, but her life is shit and she doesn’t take the bar. That’s bullshit. Can you imagine going to law school and not taking the bar?”
“No way in hell,” Millie retorted.
“I mean, I went to law school and my life is shit, but I still took the bar.” Stella pushed her sunglasses up her nose. She’d pulled her hair back into a very unattractive ponytail that suited their backyard lounge lizard morning. “It’s super yummy,” she concluded. “You should read it.”
“Loan it to me?”
“Sure. I’m done with the first book. There are two of them.”
“I’m reading the last book in that series about breathing. It’s an emotional roller coaster. I kind of want to stab the main character.”
“You’re so violent, Millie.” Stella laughed. “I don’t know why you read such dramatic shit. There’s no need for that.” She shrugged. “I’ve got enough emotional bullshit for ten people.”
“True story,” Millie confirmed.
Stella stood up and went to the cooler; Cooper got up and followed her. “Coop, we’re not going anywhere, calm down.” She reached in and grabbed a beer. “You want one?”
Millie nodded and put her hand out toward Stella.
Stella twisted the top off the beer. “So, I have this new app on my phone that George and I have been using. It’s awesome. It’s like a walk-talkie for your phones.”
“Like old school walkie-talkies?” Millie asked, her eyes interested.
“Yeah. It’s called Voxer and it’s like an audio text message. Also, you can do it without using your minutes and it’s easier than calling someone.” She motioned toward Millie’s phone. “Give me your phone.”
“Don’t you have to have handles for walkie-talkies?” Millie asked as Stella installed the app on her phone. “My dad used to have a CB radio. His handle was Grizzly Bear.”
Stella burst out laughing. “Grizzly Bear?”
“What? That was when Smokey and the Bandit was big; he was big like a bear and mean as fuck too. Pretty accurate name.”
Stella was still laughing. “We should come up with really stupid handles for everyone and put this app on everyone’s phone.” Stella snorted just thinking about it. “Billy can be No Balls!”
“What would yours be?” Millie giggled.
“Hmmm. We need to come up with good ones for us.” Stella was quiet while thinking. “Oooooooh, Jesse’s can be Plays with Balls!”
“Oh, I get it! All the boys will be some sort of ball name?”
“You’re so bright,” Stella said sarcastically.
“Ours can be boxes,” Millie suggested, snorting a little when she burst into giggles.
Stella nodded. “I have a magic box.”
“You can call me Jewelry Box,” Millie laughed.
“Does that mean that you have a bedazzled vajayjay?” Stella pondered for a moment. “You can call me Toy Box.”
“Lunch box?” Millie squeaked out in
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