“Quaid, I don’t think you met Faydra. She was in Europe when we came up for Una’s wedding.”
Trixie and Belladonna looked daggers at their male cousin and glared at the runt. Since their quarry didn’t seem all that interested, they went looking for another one. Each of the men in the family had brought a male friend, so there were greener pastures to be had.
“Faydra, this is my roommate, Quaid Jennings. We have our practice together.”
“Oh, hi.” She laughed nervously. “I’m Faydra…. But you know that because Boyd just introduced us. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you over the years. And Claudette has about a hundred pictures of you two. Some of the girls think you’re gay, cause you live together, and all, but it seems to me that being roommates makes more economical sense. I mean, it gets real expensive to pay rent and bills. And try to find a job in your field! Well, I guess you guys have, right?” She rolled her eyes at Boyd. “Oh, tell me to shut up….” she pleaded.
“Fay has a little bit of a shyness problem,” he explained to Quaid, as if his friend couldn’t tell.
“I tend to babble,” Faydra explained, taking a drink that was offered to her. “My daddy used to ask my mama where the off switch was. I just don’t know when to shut up. I get nervous, and I talk and talk….” Groaning, she took a sip of her drink. “God, Boyd, just punch me!” She looked around, but her cousin was gone, talking to a pretty brunette whom he seemed to know—well. “Oh, I’m gonna kill him!”
“He does that to me, too,” Quaid said. “We’ve roomed together nearly ten years, and he still wanders off and ditches me when he catches the scent of a hungry vagina. Oh, f**k,” he whispered.
“Your off switch is missing, too, huh?” Her blue eyes sparkled.
“Yeah, that’s more of a filtering problem brought on by a lack of intimacy.” He chuckled. “That, I meant to say.”
“So, you’re horny and spoilin’ for it?”
“You could say that, yes. I’m not just trying to get laid,” he explained quickly. “I mean, that would be great, but after awhile, at the end of the day, don’t you just want someone to talk to?”
“Yeah,” she confessed softly. “ I do.”
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