Kaitlyn had just finished her salad and placed the empty bowl in the sink when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on a towel and motioned for her friend to come inside.
"Am I too early?" Stacy asked.
"Not at all," Kaitlyn said. "So, what did you bring?"
Stacy handed the two packages she was holding to Kaitlyn as she moved past her in the foyer. Over her shoulder she called, "Microwave popcorn and wine, what else?"
Kaitlyn laughed. "I hope you like the movie I picked out. I've heard it's good."
"It doesn't matter," Stacy said. "Just spending an evening with my best friend is good enough for me."
Stacy and Kaitlyn had met as neighbors a little more than a year ago and had quickly become friends. It was a bonus that their husbands were friends as well.
"You're sweet," Kaitlyn said. "I'll get some glasses for the wine. Make yourself at home."
Stacy settled into the large leather recliner in the living room. "Hey, when are the guys supposed to be back?"
"Brian told me Sunday."
Stacy huffed. "Kevin didn't tell me anything. He was so anxious to get to the lake so he could fish, drink beer, fart, scratch his crotch, and all the other things overgrown boys like to do when they are away from home he didn't even bother to give me a peck on the cheek."
Kaitlyn laughed again. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But they are good guys."
"They are," Stacy agreed. "I wouldn't trade mine for anything."
Kaitlyn handed Stacy a glass of wine and sat down across from her on the couch. "You have a birthday coming up."
"Don't remind me," Stacy said. "I cannot believe I will be twenty-nine in just two weeks."
"Oh, I feel real sorry for you," Kaitlyn teased. "Remember the sympathy cards I got from you last year on my thirtieth?"
Stacy chuckled at the memory. "So, I can expect payback, then?"
"Absolutely" Kaitlyn said.
They spent the next thirty minutes chatting about work, their husbands, and a planned shopping trip in St. Louis they had coming up in the next couple weeks.
"Ready for some more wine and the movie?" Kaitlyn said.
"Sure" Stacy said. "I'll get the wine while you load the movie."
Stacy returned with two full glasses and handed one to Kaitlyn before sitting down next to her on the couch. She placed the remainder of the bottle on the coffee table in front of her.
Kaitlyn got up and dimmed the lights and returned to the couch.
As the opening credits began to roll, Kaitlyn said, "It's called Trust Me."
"What made you pick this one?" Stacy asked.
"I heard a couple of people at work say it was good."
The movie turned out to be a stereotypical plot involving a young woman married to a wealthy older man and her attempt to get rid of him and inherit his money.
By the midway point of the movie Kaitlyn and Stacy had finished a second bottle of wine.
"That is one determined chick," Stacy said, pointing to the screen.
"No doubt," Kaitlyn said.
On screen, the young woman was moving quickly through a hotel lobby and into the elevator. She got off on the tenth floor and tapped lightly on one of the room doors. She was meeting with the woman who was going to assist her in the "accidental" death of her husband. As soon as the door closed the two women embraced, kissing passionately. The camera moved lower as they caressed each others breasts and moved toward the bed. The movie had an "R" rating, therefore, no explicit sex was portrayed other than a brief baring of breasts, but there was little doubt what was taking place as the young woman moved downward under the sheet. The camera panned back to the face of the other woman as her moans of pleasure built until she eventually thrust her head back and cried out in ecstasy.
Both Kaitlyn and Stacy stared at the screen, saying nothing.
