Sharing Hannah

… who as of today, were already on flights back to New York.

Damn.

It had been fun, at first. Dinner, drinks, dancing. Staying up all night and laughing as hard as we used to, back in the carefree days of zero responsibility.

But somewhere around day three, everything fell apart. It was a long, sad story filled with husbands and kids and homesickness. Overprotective fiancés and jealous boyfriends.

All except for me — happily divorced for over a year now. Stranded in Vegas, wondering what to do now that the others had all gone home…

I sat up, dizzily. I wasn’t exactly hungover, but the taste of last night’s wine still lingered at the back of my throat. How much did I drink at the hotel bar? And then afterward, back at my room?

You went out, remember?

Oh yeah, I had. I’d gotten dressed to kill and decided to walk the strip, or at least as much of it as I could without getting into trouble. And then…

My hand sifted through my hair as I glanced down at the floor. There was a piece of paper there. Crumpled halfway into a ball.

No, not a piece of paper.

A shiver of fear shot through me. Slowly, gradually, bits and pieces of last night came floating back.

It’s a flyer.

My arm shook as I reached out to pick it up. I remembered now. On the way back to the hotel, I’d pulled it from one of the street poles along the strip, and taken it with me.

I unfolded the sheet of paper apprehensively, like I was solving some great mystery. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I already knew exactly what it would say:

ATTENTION:

All Visiting Ladies!

Looking for a wild night of

DOUBLE

the carnal pleasure?

~ YOU are attractive, open minded,

sexy, and not afraid to fulfill

your wildest, deepest fantasies.

~ WE are handsome, clean, physically

fit, and willing to make those

fantasies a reality!

As college-age best friends, we’ve done

this before and it’s always amazing.

In fact, we’re pretty damned good at it.

Take it from us (literally!)

NO STRINGS NO MONEY