"I've got the wrong equipment to be Nell's girlfriend, Rip.
Just… just see if you can spend some time with her.
Go out on the boat, or go shopping or…" He gestured vaguely.
"Paint each other's toenails."
"Excuse me?"
"Give me a break. I don't know what you
people do in your mysterious caves when men aren't around."
"We have pillow fights in our underwear."
He brightened because she wanted him to.
"Really? I was afraid that was a myth. So, be a friend, okay?"
Dance Upon the Air
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In the newsletter Dolly Mail, London-based writer Violet
Hudson made the case for lady-only gatherings. “There are covens all over this
city,” she says. “The libations we make are spilled red wine. The spells we
cast are conversation. And the potions we brew are pasta or roast chicken. The
Wiccan religion that we all practice is simple: girls-only hang outs.”
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“She said she had some things to do, and you’re
supposed to keep me company. So what does the
Quartet do after pizza when the guys are away?”
She sat across from him, took a sip of wine. “Oh,
we have slow-motion pillow fights in our underwear.”
“Another fantasy come true. Want a cookie?”
Happy Ever After