The Deviant by Adam Sommers

Author:Adam Sommers [Sommers, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781643881171
Publisher: Luminare Press, LLC
Published: 2019-05-19T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Immediately after scaring the hell out of Carrie, Jayne got into her Mercedes and drove to Falls Church, an exclusive enclave reserved for people who did not just have money—plenty of people in Greater Washington had money—but for people whose money was attached to a name. Her friends were already in the living room. Anita Juarez and Pam Morgan had unfettered access. In turn, Jayne had keys to their homes as well.

“You look delicious,” said Anita Juarez, a dark-skinned bunny rabbit of a woman with flowing black hair and bright brown eyes. She was not what you would call pretty, but neither was she an ugly woman, unless you happened to see her without the hair and makeup. Two ex-husbands, the second richer than the first, had left her with seven-figure settlements, which she had parlayed into some very lucrative investments, at first in oil and then in oil production equipment. It didn’t take long for her to realize that it didn’t matter if oil went up or down, people were always looking for it. Now she spent most of her time shopping, talking on the phone with other women who were shopping or about to go shopping, and, on occasions such as this, indulging her appetites with her friends.

Jayne came into her living room, where her friends were seated on the white calfskin couch in front of the teak sushi table. Jayne was a little unusual among her friends in that she had an actual job. Ordinarily, she’d be looked down upon for having to go to a specific place for a specified number of hours a day to earn (gasp) a paycheck, but two things prevented this: First, Jayne had plenty enough money to stop working if she so chose (in fact, she could buy and sell her friends several times over, a reality they were well aware of), and second, her friends were fascinated by tales from her office. In their world any gossip was good gossip.

Pam Morgan, blond (but not really) had a body that gave men whiplash, not because it was so great, but because it was so weird, with surgically altered pieces that didn’t really fit together. Her magnificent breasts were too big and her butt was too small. Plus, those lips didn’t belong on any human being.

“My coochie’s killing me,” she sighed as Jayne Grayman helped herself to the wine the others had already opened.

“Oh, poor thing,” teased Anita Juarez, emphasizing the world “thing,” so that it was clear she had zero sympathy for her friend. “Who was it this time?”

“Same guy from the week I went to New York. He’s down here for a few days. Fucking thing is like a bazooka.”

Jayne nearly spit her drink laughing.

“That’s what I call him.”

“What?” asked Anita.

“Bazooka Joe.” They all giggled.

“Last time you called it a cannon,” Anita Juarez said. “Sounds like it’s shrinking.”

“Uh, no, honey. There’s no shrinking this bad boy.”

Anita rolled her eyes. Pam Morgan was not a liar, exactly, but she did exaggerate.

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