Passion Party This, Wench

To the bar with my friends Dorothy, Stubby and a few others. There is a DJ. I’m at the end of the bar drinking. Old Friend gets up between songs and grabs the mic. She is hosting a “Passion Party”. It’s like a Tupperware party but dirty, sexual toys. I watched amused from the back. Dorothy hands me a catalog. Stubby and I joke about ordering the $300 leather saddle/ceiling swing. After Old Friends little presentation she makes her way around the bar picking up catalogs and passing out her information. Freak Mama tells her that she wants to host a party. Old Friends eyes fall on me and she asks if I want to order anything. I tell her I don’t think she’d appreciate who I would use it on. Yes, this is a lie but it feels good nonetheless and shuts her up with a huff and a puff.