CHAPTER TWO
Mercedes
rolled her eyes in disbelief. Her twin sister was so different now. When she
arrived in town her hair had been .blonde. Over the months it had morphed, with
a lot of help from chemical bottles, into a rich auburn that looked pretty good
if Porsche kept the roots colored.
“Think
of it as a late birthday present to me.” Porsche coaxed.
“You
are not dragging me to this—“ Mercedes shook her head trying to find the right
words to describe her distaste, while a smidgeon of interest niggled her thoughts
with anticipation. She hadn’t allowed men of any age, weight or size to be a
part of her life since leaving home. Now, just months from graduating with her
Master’s Degree, Porsche dangled tickets to the most sought after show in Las
Vegas. This wasn’t a show on the strip with all the glitter and glitz but real
men—local men—available men. “This meat market you call an auction for
charity.”
“Well,
you don’t have to go to all the events with me. I know how you hate seeing men in speedos.” Porsche’s
eyes glittered with excitement. No doubt the less the guys wore, the better
she’d like it. That is where the differences had started back in the day.
Porsche ogled the high school jocks, or at least what their small community had
to offer on that agenda. Mercedes had gotten caught watching JC, the post high
school playboy in town, in a compromising position. Her jaw had dropped to her
knees. While heated embarrassment broke in waves over her, JC had disentangled
himself from his latest conquest, pulled up his jeans and approached her. She
didn’t remember what he said but she would never forget his meaning. She had no
interest in a three-way and even less in him. When it came to women, men were pigs, no matter their age.
“But
you might really enjoy the evening show,” Porsche continued. “The talent
exhibitions from these guys it should be quite entertaining.”
Mercedes
knew Porsche’s version of good entertainment didn’t match her own and yet she
had ‘pinky promised’ on their birthday to spend an evening with her sister in
the coming year. Why, oh why had she allowed herself to believe the evening
would never come? It had and in the form of not just one guy, but a whole bunch
of them.
“Fine,”
Mercedes bit off the word. “But you still owe me an evening for my present. I don’t know what it’ll be,
but you better not renege on your side of the bargain.”
Porsche
pulled on her pink jacket, the one she always wore these days. Pink currently
reigned as Porsche’s signature color. Looking in the mirror she pulled the hood
up and positioned it about her face.
“Me?
Renege? When have I ever not kept my word?”
“Oh,
Sister, how about pretty much every time you have a few too many drinks? Don’t
deny it. You never could hold your liquor. Why do you drink anyhow?”
“Because
sister dear, its fun.”
Mercedes
scowled. “I wouldn’t call a hangover fun.”
“Maybe
not, but what goes on between the first few drinks and the hangover is…”
Porsche gyrated her hips enticingly.
“I
should have asked you to be sober for a whole year for my birthday present.”
Mercedes grumbled.
Porsche
turned her back on the mirror and glared at Mercedes, her posture portraying
total defiance. “You wouldn’t dare ask me for that. It would be totally cruel
and unfair.”
Mercedes
shook her head gently. “Only for you, dear sister. Only for you.”
“If
you do that, you might as well add me swearing off men for the rest of my
life.”
Mercedes
pantomimed a swooning death. “Heaven forbid. Your heart might stop.”
“I
know. Right?” Porsche kissed her sister and stepped to the bedroom door, adding
a shoulder twist and eye roll. “Thank you for not being so cruel to your one
and only sister.”
