“Don’t be mean Gabriella.”
“It’s not that I mean to be mean. I’m just being realistic.”
I’m getting close to my exit, so I switch lanes. It’s starting to rain so I put on the windshield wipers.
“So, what am I going to do Gabriella? If I can’t have a long talk with them, what’s left to do?”
“I think you should just ignore what happened and go on like there’s nothing going on between the three of you.”
“So that takes me back to having to pick one of them.”
“Not necessarily. You say they really got into the threesome last night?”
“They went super crazy. It was so extremely hot.”
“So, you’re telling me the sex was great.”
“I’ve never had better.”
“And the guys were really into it?”
“They were totally into it. It was amazing to be a part of.”
“Then, it’s going to happen again. Have you ever known a man to walk away from great sex?”
“No, I have not.”
“So just don’t talk about it and pretend that it never happened. Just give them time to sort it out on their own. Mark my words, they’ll miss the threesome experience.”
“I guess I’ll just keep dating them like I have been and act like nothing has happened.”
“That’ll work.”
I tell Gabriella that she’s right, and I end the phone call. A few minutes later, I’m back home. I don’t see my father, and I’m relieved to be alone. I take a long bubble bath so that I can figure things out.