Playdates
“Nick is a terrible kisser,” Lauren announced, as she rolled over onto her stomach from her back on Tara’s bed. Tara laughed, as Nick was Lauren’s flavor of the week. He was just her type, playing forward on the hockey team, cute, but not especially smart. “Is he at least a good fuck?” “How the hell would I know? Every time I have a chance of getting laid, he’s too drunk to do anything about it. Besides, I don’t think he has what it takes to get me going anyway.” “Really? That’s too bad. Why are you still with him then?” Tara asked. She has had the same boyfriend for the last 3 years. She was lucky. Ben was smart, considerate, and definitely what her and Lauren called “Grade A” (they had a tendency to …