Jack is making us omelets and mulled wine. Emma, The Neighbor and I just finished looking at my personal porn on my computer.
We’re sipping wine and some kind of White Russian coffee blend. My see-through white shirt belies the sleeping giants that are my DD breasts.
Emma and I are a before and after. I looked like her at 15. But she’s ridiculously cooler than I was at 15. Her 20 to my 37 is something I have to shake off.
I’m nervous and excited. TN is jazzed and sweet. I, literally, am sitting in the edge of the bridge dangling my legs.
Holy fuck, I love my dissolute life.