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You could say that. It’s the first look I get at the woman. She’s heavyset with short hair, not someone that would stand out as odd on the street if it weren’t for what she’s wearing.
“What the hell?”
The woman’s large breasts are stuffed into a tiny bikini top that looks about to burst, and the bottoms are screaming at the seams as well. It’s clearly meant for a child. As are the inflatable water wings fastened around her arms.
“She thinks she’s in a pool,” Zara says.
“This has got to be a drug thing,” I remark, watching as she walks around the roof moving her arms like she’s swimming.
“Mitch knows her. He said she does Spice. A lot.”
I’ve never understood why people smoke synthetic weed. It’s nothing like the real stuff and it’s not hard to find decent weed here. So many people hallucinate and freak out on it. “That’ll do it.”
Serena points out how close she keeps getting to the power lines that cross right above the roof. “She’s going to get electrocuted if they don’t hurry up and grab her.”
The first responders haven’t failed to notice, and the street goes dark except for their floodlight. They’ve cut the power to the whole neighborhood.
My phone buzzes with a text from Owen
Owen: You get home okay?
I respond by sending a picture of the laundry room with the woman clearly in view.
Owen: That’s methed up.
I’m sure he isn’t shocked. We’ve all seen our share of people freaking out under the influence.
Me: The power is out.
A gasp from the crowd makes me look up. They turned the power off just in time. She leaps from the edge and grabs the power line like she plans to zip line down. It snaps, and she falls back onto the roof where she’s grabbed and restrained by two police officers.
“Power won’t be back on anytime soon,” Zara remarks when we watch the line dangle down to the ground. My phone buzzes again.
Owen: Want to stay with me instead?
Seems like a better idea.
Me: I’ll be over in a bit.
Owen: Bring the others. We can all hang out.
The girls are cool with that plan. We have to wait a few minutes for the fire trucks and cop cars to leave before we can get our cars out.
It’s the first time we’ve all been together in a while and everyone is in a good mood. The guys have a fridge full of beer, and we end up sitting around the living room, playing video games. Marty isn’t allowed to drink since he’s had some painkillers, but he’s happy enough on them.
He glances over to where I sit cuddled with Owen in a double sized recliner, then shakes his head. “Man, I’m sorry. Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I just can’t picture you two fucking.”
He dodges the nearby empty water bottle I chuck at him. “Don’t imagine it! Pervert.”
“Excuse me, Ms. Dominatrix. Those who live in kinky houses shouldn’t throw water bottles.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means those pills are kicking his ass,” Graham says.
“Hey, I’m glad Remee finally came around,” Marty says, then tosses the empty bottle across the room into Zara’s lap. “Zara, when are you going to admit you want me?”
Zara shudders. “My vagina just hid behind the couch.”