Must Be Quite A Stud

Cara looked up when she heard the sound of the engine. I parked my car and jumped out. She put out the cigarette and spread out both arms. I gave her a fierce hug before pulling back to assess the damage. She had left my house last night with her hair in big classy waves. Now it was a dishevelled mess. Her lipstick was smudged. So was her eyeliner. Her minidress, the little that was left of it, was torn. She looked like an escapee from a mental hospital. ‘You got laid?’ I sat down on the steps next to her. She rested her head on my shoulder and gave a tiny nod. Her face had the post-coital glow, but she looked down in the mouth. I squeezed her hand. ‘I got laid, too. What are the odds, huh? Must be something in the water.’ She burst out laughing, then she punched my arm. ‘Come on, get off your ass and open the door. I didn’t sleep a wink last night, and I’m freezing.’ ‘No sleep all night, eh? Must be quite a stud.’ That earned me another punch on the shoulder. We both got washed up qui