"You're doing it again," Ashley said, her voice full of judgment.
"Doing...doing what?" I asked.
"Looking at me like...like a boy looks at a girl, looking at me like you're thinking about me sexually."
"I...I'm not," I said even though I was walking right up to the line of doing just that.
"What's on your mind, this second, don't lie."
I swallowed. "I'm jealous of how good your breasts look in that bra," I said.
"Okay, that's fair," Ashley said. "Did you flirt with anyone today?"
I hesitated, looked down. "Yes," I said."
"Who?" she challenged me.
"Austin," I said.
"That guy in sales?"
I nodded.
"Flirt or talk?"
"Flirt," I said.
"How?"
"Eye contact? Smiling at him? Touching his arm when he said something funny."
She thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll take your word for it..."
"But?"
"I'm not sure I believe you."
"Why?"
"Cause you're looking a me like a guy looks at a woman he wants to fuck."
"I mean it," I said, "I really am jealous of how that bra fits your breasts."
"Okay."
"You don't believe me."
"How about this. I'll let you sleep with me tonight...or I can tell Austin that my femme, gay bestie has a total crush on him and if he asks you out you'll totally say yes."
"Ashley!"
"Which is it? Me or Austin?"
I looked at Ashley's breasts, swallowed. "You'll really say something to him?"
She nodded.
"Then...then Austin," I said.
She smiled. "You really are my gay bestie," she said. "Come give me a hug."
