“Were you experienced before he came along?”
She shook her head.
“What a dick. Not all men are bastards,” I commented.
She flung herself at me, sobbing on my chest. She continued to cry, pounding me with her fists. I held her, smoothed her hair and talked quietly.
“I’m not supposed to fraternize with the guests,” she said after a time.
“What fraternizing? We’re talking, you’re crying.”
She giggled tearfully. “You’re really nice, Tom.”
“Don’t let it get around,” I teased. “You’ll put a shine on my tarnished reputation. You feeling better now?”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes