“Hello, you’ve reached Mother Superior Fiona, Holy soother of wanton harlots. For instant forgiveness from the sin of fornication, please say how much of a ho-bag you are...”
“I plead the fifth.”
“This ain’t America, scarlet woman. Confess your sin so that you may be saved!”
“I’m still at his place...”
Tegan had to hold the phone away from her ear, such was the delighted squeal booming through it.
“I knew it! You slut! I hate you! I’m going to suck the tongue out of your head just so I can taste his dick. What was it like? Please, please, please tell me it was good? Was it great? How big is he? Is he kinky?”
“Babe... you’re gonna burst something.”
“Fuck that! My best vibrator is called Owen, bitch. Ineedto hear this.”
“The fact I’m still here should give you some indication.”
“I’m sorry, the number you have requested is not in our system. Please, try again.”
Tegan sighed. “It was the best sex of my life. That’s all you’re getting.”
“And the truth shall set you free!”
Tegan yawned as Fiona could be heard stomping her foot, repeating the word ‘yes’.
“Well, I gotta get my stuff and head off babe. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”
“Did you need me to come pick you up?”
“Ha! This wouldn’t have anything to do with wanting to see where he lives, would it?”
“How dare you!” she replied with mock outrage. “I was simply offering to aid a sister in need. I’ve even got an old wheelchair somewhere since you probably can’t walk. Now, my phone may, or may not, make an appearance; selfies at the scene of the crime may, or may not, be taken. And I may, or may not, spend a few minutes rolling around his bed smelling that aftershave...”
“You may, or may not, be sick in the head.”
“I’m Fiona. No ‘may not’ about it. Boom!”
Tegan chuckled as she got to her feet. “I’ll call you later.”
“There she was just a limpin’ down the street, singin’ Do Wa Diddy...”Fiona sang as her farewell.
Tegan hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. Time for a shower, and then she’d head home. Should she write a note? Leave her number? Hell, if she wrote a note it would be several A4 pages long. Was she presuming too much to leave her number? That was OK, right? Not too desperate?
It was safe to say they had gone beyond the label of a one-night stand. The fact he had wanted her to stay last night proved that. The fact she did stay, without any hesitation, proved it too. Whether it was just exceptionally great sex for the both of them, Tegan wasn’t sure. But right now, as she stepped into his shower for the third time since arriving here, it didn’t matter.
She checked herself in his shaving mirror. No marks. No bruises. She was sure, with the way the night went on and the more rigorous they both became, there would be some lasting memory of what they’d done. She felt a little disappointed the teeth marks she left on him were the only reminders of it. Oh well. She dried herself and put the same clothes on that she wore the night before.
She double checked her belongings and then picked up her phone to check the time. Two new missed calls from Fiona. A text message too.
FiFi: Babe, have you seen the news?
Tegan opened the web browser on her phone. Her home page was up to the minute local news. Her eyes scanned the headline. The only thing she saw:
MMA STAR IN ROAD COLLISION
Tegan stared at the headline for a few seconds, repeating it over in her head, before clicking the link with a quick twitch of her thumb. She let out a slow breath as the screen came up with a very short paragraph.
“Australian MMA Superstar Owen Gasnier has allegedly been involved in a two-car smash on the M5 highway. More information will be released as details are made available…”