“Oh, you dirty ho bag. Tell me everything.” I shook my head. “There’s honestly not that much to say. Other than he’s got some talented fingers.” “Just his fingers?” “Trust me, that was enough to do the job.” “Where? At the party?” “Back of his car.” Meredith snorted on a laugh. “Oh, if that isn’t so Saint View High!” “Please,” I scoffed. “Like you didn’t go all the way in the back seat of Scott Amerson’s car after junior prom.” Meredith laughed. “It wasn’t all the way. Just…” “Third base?” I supplied helpfully. “Well, same. So you’re as big a ho bag as I am.” “And that’s why we’re friends.”
