Whitney walked out of the bathroom wearing tight shorts and double layered tank tops that were teal and purple. Black wedge sandals completed her look.... Her curly red hair clashed horribly, but then it usually did. “Okay, okay, I’m ready. We can go.” Sarah pulled her out of the house and into her car. “This is going to be fun. I’m gonna get wasted and fuck like crazy.” “You always do that. WE always do.” ~*~*~*~*~ They both grabbed drinks upon entering the party and went to dance. The guys were. I’d whined to my boss one day while we were waiting in line for the checks before flying back to LA from a conference in Phoenix, saying we’d have been way quicker to drive the 400 miles, and he’d laughed before describing how easy things had been before September 2001. Man, flying in those days had been so simple!)“How about a chicken sandwich for the flight? Surely they can’t confiscate that?”I answered ‘yes’ for both of us, knowing that Mom would be more troubled about not giving us anything. I remembered doing that role a few years ago. Hell, I would have done it for free! Sitting beneath the bridge, watching women with nothing on beneath flowing gowns stop on the bridge, chasing girls who bounced out of their corsets. Yeah, that had been a fun time. The fat drops of rain fell without warning like stones from the sky. Looking up, the cloud was neither large nor threatening, but it was dropping without warning raindrops the size of small water balloons on the hot late summer. We were on our stomachs and up on our elbows, making our first pass through our current chemistry homework assignment. I knew Kendall would finish before me, as I'd come to expect.I kidded her that she was the hare to my tortoise, but when discussing the material she had a comprehension every bit as complete as mine. But I still took satisfaction at her undisguised surprise when I found a nuance that she had missed. I could tell it wasn't something she was used to. When it happened she quickly.