"Dear God Helen is such a goddamn bitch!" Kate shouted at nobody in particular. She certainly wasn't yelling at me, at least I hoped she wasn't because I'd been doing my best to combine in equal parts those two oldest traditions of not sleeping on the couch. Agree with anything your significant other says when she's in a mood, common sense and rationality can and will (hopefully ) come with time but when she's storming back and forth like a caged tiger the best course of action is completely and utter agreement with anything she says. The second law is never talk trash about her friends, you don't do that even when she's in a good mood but under these circumstances I'd rather put my dick in a vice than talk shit about her friends.
Of course as fate would have it I was stuck in a position where the two laws were in direct conflict with each other and I wasn't sure what to do. I did agree with her that Helen was a bad person, though it was incredibly rare that I would use so kind a word to describe her. I would usually have called her a goddamn scum sucking bottom feeding whore. I would of course never say that where Kate could hear so I was stuck trying to adhere to the third law. If you don't have anything smart to do shut the fuck up and hope everything passes you by.
"Are you even listening to me?" Kate was definitely yelling at me. Fuck.
"Yes dear I'm listening. I'm just. . .I don't know what to say about the situation it's seriously fucked up." My mouth was, as usual, working a little faster than my brain in high pressure situations.
"I know right?"
We'd just found out that Kate was cheating on her husband of six years and my best friend of mine. He'd met Helen through me, well through Kate specifically but that detail hardly mattered. We'd always been close and it hurt to know his woman was creeping around behind his back. We'd had the talk years ago about what we'd do if we found out anything about each other's wives too, we agreed not to tell. If you didn't know it was because you didn't
want
to know but dear God we'd been seventeen at the time and neither one of us had been good about keeping our dicks in our pants at the time.
"What do you think we should do?" Turning it back on her wasn't one of the laws, but it was a damn good stall tactic.
"I don't know. I mean they seem so happy other than this and I don't want to be the one who ruins this for them. It wouldn't make me so mad except he would never do anything that fucked up to her."
I had to roll my eyes a little at that. I'm lucky she was standing in front of the vanity scrubbing off her make up in the middle of her tirade. Otherwise she was liable to take my head clean off my shoulders for rolling my eyes. "Of course he would. He's my boy and I love him but I'm sure he's done something fucked up." I didn't need to see her expression. I felt it. "I'm not trying to defend her, just saying that Eric isn't exactly some kind of paragon of good behavior."
"I know that." Kate said calming just a bit. "He's a fucking perv. Did I ever tell you about the time he lotioned me up?"
"Yes you told me." Considering how often she told the story it was obviously one of her favorite stories despite how disgusted she tried to pretend it made her. If the story I'd heard from her, and got out of him when I questioned him were true she'd been out in the yard listening to her iPad and sunbathing when she thought I had gone out to check on her. So she asked 'me' to lotion her back and Eric hadn't bothered to correct her. According to her. According to him he tried to tell her that he was Eric and she'd told him to hurry up. She apparently didn't notice the difference between us until he was about to grease her tits.
I figured the truth of the situation was Eric didn't try to hard to tell her that he wasn't me. I'd have to be blind not to notice the way he looks at her, it's the same way that everybody looks at her. She's fucking knock out. Five eleven blond, perky tits, apple bottom and an insatiable tease. IT wouldn't shock me at all the find out that she'd known it wasn't me and decided to see just how far he'd go before he stopped. It was only slightly more audacious than the idea that she'd leave the door open when she was changing in out of her bathing suit and she