Ginny Cotton, bike riding, chess playing, loan processor, has set a new goal: find someone to have sex with. Soon. As in tonight. It’s the only way to finally get over Jason, her best friend, the guy she’s been waiting for since high school--- the guy who is now engaged to her sister. She’s saved her virginity for him since he doesn't believe in premarital sex. What better way to get over Jason than to have sex with someone else? The hot guy Ginny meets through a dating site seems like the perfect choice. There’s only one problem. To achieve her goal, Ginny must first overcome the anxiety that has been holding her back her whole life.
Ginny climbed into the claw foot bathtub and then onto the edge of the tub. It wasn’t a big window. With her purse around her neck, she hoisted herself onto the windowsill, so that her head and torso were out the window, her lower half still inside. What now? Fall on her face? This wasn’t going to work. Feet first that was the only way. She tried again. The first foot was easy, the second a bit trickier. She had to hold onto the sides of the window to keep from falling back into the tub and possibly breaking her skull. Once she was sitting on the sill with her legs outside and her torso inside, she had to bend her back limbo style to get through. This was a challenge for Ginny, as she’d never been particularly flexible. She pushed off from the sill, and hoped for the best.
“Ow, ow ow,” she cried, holding her boobs, which had nearly been scraped off by the window.
At least she was out. Now all she had to do was get to her car without being seen.
It was Cousin Angel. Ginny held a finger to her lips, “Pretend you didn’t see me, okay?”
The girl’s eyes widened. Not waiting for assurances, Ginny snuck around the back of the house. Peeking around the porch, she saw that her car had been blocked in. Damn, damn, damn. Why hadn’t she thought to park on the street? The answer, of course, was that she hadn’t planned to make her escape before the wedding began. Another car pulled in. She watched Hank and Britney get out. Did they know about the bet, too? If Britney didn’t she would soon. Ginny imagined her telling Hank all about it, and the two of them feeling sorry for poor Ginny. She couldn't face them, not now.
The barn, she decided. She would hide in the barn until this was all over with.
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Tammy J. Palmer lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband of twenty-five years and a spoiled cat named Betty Boop. She has two children who turned into pretty darned awesome adults. You can visit her website at: www.tammyjpalmer.com
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