All Hands on Deck

Dana

"Why do you let him talk to you like that?" Jackie walked beside me as we finished making our rounds together.

"What exactly am I supposed to say? I did ask for help on watching my weight." I put my hands on my hips and tried to keep my voice down.

"Helping someone with their diet is different than demeaning them. You don't even need to be on a diet. You look great, Dana. So you have curves... kick-ass awesome. Most men would love to latch on to your hips or your ass while fucking you half the night. Don't you know how this works?"

Heat burned my neck and face as a group of doctors walked through the hall, the youngest-looking one turning to look over his shoulder and smile.

"Ahh... you're so fucking embarrassing." I ran my hand over the top of my hair and tried to think of some way to get away from her. I loved Jackie like a sister, but she was far too open for me. My family was close, but we didn't talk about intimate things - ever.

"Dana! They need an extra set of hands in the