160 Love of a kind!

“Uh, hey. What are you . . . I mean, hey, Molly!” Monica tries to inject some excitement, but she was shocked and was kinda looking forward to curling up on the couch alone for pity party round ten tonight. She have got Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince already cued up to watch and her book on the coffee table so she can follow along and point out all the differences. Belatedly, she stands and hugs her. To her surprise, it feels good to have Molly’s support, even if it’s out of the blue. She was there, she knows what it was like . . . at least a little bit.

“Are you fucking with me? ‘Hey, Molly!’ is all you have got for me? I flew across the Atlantic for you, to New York City, during the hell months of heat, you know?” Monica cracks a smile at that. They used to say their favorite season in New York is fall, because it’s cool and pretty, and that’s when fashion week is. Right now, it’s hot outside and a walk down the street can leave you wetter than a good fuck. Not that she w