“Screw it,” I said at last. “Why do I even care?”
I jogged up the walk and into the house. Upstairs, I took a shower and locked myself in my room. Then I settled on the bed and opened Gina’s letter.
Dear Paul,
I know you said you’d write first, but I couldn’t wait. I hope youdon’t mind. I thought about you the whole flight home. I had the besttime at the wedding, and especially after! You’ve changed so muchfrom what I remember. I hope I’ve changed too. I know I’ve grown upa lot. Being out here in LA has made me see things differently,especially where you and I were (are?) concerned…
The first two pages were about us and the reasons we’d broken up in the first place. We’d both screwed up, she said. We were young and immature.
We’d been too busy with school and other people to pay attention to each other. She was as guilty as I was, she said. She didn’t know where things would go from here, but she liked the idea of getting to know me again, the new me (according to her). She hoped I wanted to get to know the new her too.
Boy, do I, I thought sourly. The alternative was a girl with more religious hang-ups than the cloakroom at the Vatican. Once again I asked myself why I even cared.
I returned to Gina’s letter. Page three was written later, that evening.
Oh my God! You’re not going to believe who I saw today. HeatherWellesley! I was eating lunch near the clinic where I volunteer when Iheard a familiar voice. Well, I really heard her accent. Most peoplearound here sound so Val it isn’t funny. And they tease me about myaccent? Ha! But anyway, I heard her voice and knew she wasn’t fromCalifornia, even though she looks like a typical surfer girl. Youremember her, right?
How could I forget? I pictured her in my mind: a blue-eyed blonde, curvy and busty. I had some very fond memories of her. My dick stirred, and I unfastened the towel around my waist. I stroked my thickening penis as I returned to the letter.
Gina and Heather had met up later that afternoon. Heather was working for “someone in the Valley, she wouldn’t say who,” according to Gina. She’d left college in Georgia and gone back to Kansas for a while. Then she’d moved to California to take up acting.
You know what that means. Porn. I mean, seriously, she can’t act. Butshe has a fantastic body, and that’s all the porn people really careabout. I guess I shouldn’t judge her. I mean, is being a swinger anydifferent? I say it is, but you know what I mean. Still, I guess I thoughtshe was smarter than that. She likes to party, though, and we hear allthe time about parties in the Valley, how wild they are. I’ve been to acouple. Lots of half-naked girls. I don’t mind that—you know me!—
but the guys are mostly jerks.
She talked more about the parties and then returned to Heather.
It was kind of weird seeing her again right after I saw you. Almostlike I was back in high school. I thought those days were over, but Ifelt the same rush of familiarity, not to mention heat and moisture, ifyou know what I mean! She looks as good as ever, maybe better.
