"What are you trying to tell me?" Caitlin asked Megan over her cell. She was in her room, looking at a Victorian Times catalogue. She'd just found the perfect wedding dress. Except, she didn't need one now. "Are you having a threesome?"
"Shh..." Megan practically spit in the phone. "Its not like that." She whispered.
"Where are you?" Caitlin kept her eye on the nostalgic items. She noticed the ivory dress did not come in petite. Too bad, she thought.
"I'm in the bathroom." Megan told her.
"And where is Derrick?" She wanted to know.
"Frying bacon." She told her.
"Well, are you guys going to see this Timo, again?" Caitlin laid across her bed flipping through the pages.
"No, of course, not." Megan told her.
"Does Derrick even know Timo slept with you guys?" Caitlin pondered over a very Jane Austen hat. Just $39.99. She could afford that.
"No." Megan whispered. "I doubt it. He was so out of it. I got Timo out of here, as quickly as possible."
"Oh, by the skin of your teeth." Caitlin rolled her eyes. "You know, you like him." She mocked as if Megan was having the time of her life, and she was stuck in her room trying to recreate some sort of old fashioned life. Next thing Megan would tell her was that Derrick liked the idea to open marriage.
If only something exciting could happen in her own life. Well, she certainly wasn't going to tell Megan about it.