“Then we did it again during the night, and then this morning . . .” My face burns up with embarrassment. “Don’t stop now. What happened this morning?” Lindsay asks. “Uh, well, he kind of recorded us on my phone.” Cora immediately dives for my purse and starts digging through it. “Where is it? I need to see.” “Oh my God.” I push her away. “You’re not watching us have sex. Are you insane?” “No.” She keeps pawing at my purse. “I really, really want to watch that.” I swat at her hands. “Stop that.”
