"Has everyone replied about the invites?" Jenny Peterson asked Daryl when he came in carrying three roles of crepe streamers. "And what the hell are you going to do with that?"
"String it up in the back yard. Just a crisscross, honey, I'll keep it subtle."
"Sure, like a train wreck," she replied. "Do we have a total count, dear? I don't know how many Jello shots to fix up."
"Not too many. People get drunk on those things," he warned. "I've got the list in my pocket." He pulled out the invitation list and handed it to her. "I'm sure they all called. It's not so big a list."
The list held the names of six couples.
The list held the names of six couples.
Emily and Robert Porter (check)
Andrew and Claudia Adams (check)
Charles and Patty Trent (check)
John and Terry Carter (check)
Robert and Tania Mosswell
Us. Peterson. (check)
"We haven't heard from Tania Mosswell," Jenny said. "I hope they can come."
"She seemed pretty eager," Daryl said. "I bet she'll drag him along. And I bet he won't be resisting too much."
"What do we do about Ralph and Betty? If you go stringing streamers in the back yard, they're sure to wonder what's up. What are you thinking with streamers for a party of only twelve people? You act like you're expecting fifty couples."
"That would be neat, wouldn't it babe?" He clutched Jenny's substantial ass, squeezing it hard. "Fifty couples? A deluxe orgy."
"I'd be cleaning cum off of the ceiling the next morning," she said, smiling at her husband's grand desires.
The doorbell rang.
Daryl went to answer it while Jenny finished filling small plastic cups with her Jello shots. A moment later, he returned with Betty Burton.
"Hi, Jenny," Betty said, taking a seat at the table and looking around at the scattered mess left from molding Jello shots, baking cookies, and slicing ham for sandwiches. "I'm just over to be nosey," she said brightly.
"You're never nosey, Betty. What's up?" It was true, Betty wasn't the nosey type at all.
"Well, we heard that you're having a party. Ralph is beside himself thinking we were snubbed, but I told him it's probably a family thing. Our granddaughter says you're having a sex party, but that seemed farfetched. She's probably teasing us. Still, we can stand not being invited to a regular party, but I'd hate to miss a sex party. So, what's the party about, Jen?"
Jenny and Daryl looked blankly at each other a moment, and then Daryl walked out to the yard with his streamers, chuckling to himself. Jenny picked up the invitation list and added the Burton's name to it, as she said, "Well, it's a sex party."