certain you haven't been doing."
There's the old Addison. "Thanks a lot."
She shrugs, as if she can't help herself. And she probably can't. "I'm just sayin'…"
At least she doesn't blow smoke up my ass. "Thank goodness I can always count on you to say whatever's on your mind." Perhaps I'm a little too sarcastic because she cuts her eyes at me.
"It's a medically proven fact that orgasms release endorphins. That means they can help with migraines. How many did you have when you were in Australia? Migraines, I mean. Not orgasms."
I couldn't count the multitude of orgasms I had with Jack Henry if my life depended on it. "One."
"And when did you have it?"
I hadn't moved in with Jack Henry yet, so it was very early during our visit. "It wasn't long after we got there."
"See? You started having regular orgasms with Lachlan and your headaches went away."
Jack Henry! Not Lachlan! I want to scream it out loud.
But she's right. My migraines were happening increasingly more often before I went to Australia. Except for the one, they disappeared entirely while I was with him. I've never gone that long in between occurrences. "You're right. I didn't have another migraine after I moved in with him."
"See? Orgasms are a physical necessity and should be prescribed by your doctor for good health. There's no reason you shouldn't be having at least one a day. Personally, I recommend three. You brush your teeth three times a day to keep them healthy. Shouldn't your vagina be in tip-top shape too?"
Is she serious? "You mean to tell me that you use your vibrator three times a day?"
"Yeah. It's been working overtime since we left Australia," she giggles. "And I bought an extra just in case I wear it out. Damn, I miss Zac."
Addison and I have been best friends for four years, and I've come to know that she will never understand the concept of TMI. "What's the plan with him?"
"Girl, I'm so confused about what I want. I mean, I'm not confused about wanting him. That much I know. I've never loved anyone the way I love him." She's biting her perfectly manicured thumbnail. It's an unfamiliar sight. "He's asked me to come back to Australia. Indefinitely."
She's crazy about him. I can't believe she hasn't hopped a plane headed back to Oz already. "You came here to audition for this band. Does that mean you're taking the job and not going back to be with him?"
"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm not sure I can up and leave my entire life behind to move to Australia for a guy I've known three months. That's crazy talk, right? My whole life is in the U.S. My parents. My career. You." She looks as though she might burst into tears. "What would you do?"
I love my family and Addison, but there's not a shade of doubt in my mind. I'd be on the first Aussie bird I could find if Jack Henry called and asked me to come back. Maybe I feel that way because I no longer have a career, but I wouldn't even take the time to pack a bag if it meant I could be back in his arms sooner. "He wouldn't have to ask me twice."
"I wish I had your confidence. I'm just so unsure…of everything."
It's easier to be confident in answer to a question I won't hear. Jack Henry will never ask me to return to Australia. I'll never have to choose between him and my career because I have neither. And it's a cruel reality to face.
I wake to the sound of a knock on my bedroom door. Addison slowly eases it open. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," I lie as I push myself up to a sitting position. Last night was a bad one for me. I tossed and turned most of the night, thinking about Jack Henry. There's no way I've been asleep for more than a couple of hours, but I don't want Addison to feel bad about waking me. "What's up?"
She walks over and sits on the edge of my bed. "I never went to sleep last night."
My contacts are out so she looks blurry, but I can see the troubled expression on her face. "Are you worried about the audition?"
"No way. I couldn't care less about that. It's
There's the old Addison. "Thanks a lot."
She shrugs, as if she can't help herself. And she probably can't. "I'm just sayin'…"
At least she doesn't blow smoke up my ass. "Thank goodness I can always count on you to say whatever's on your mind." Perhaps I'm a little too sarcastic because she cuts her eyes at me.
"It's a medically proven fact that orgasms release endorphins. That means they can help with migraines. How many did you have when you were in Australia? Migraines, I mean. Not orgasms."
I couldn't count the multitude of orgasms I had with Jack Henry if my life depended on it. "One."
"And when did you have it?"
I hadn't moved in with Jack Henry yet, so it was very early during our visit. "It wasn't long after we got there."
"See? You started having regular orgasms with Lachlan and your headaches went away."
Jack Henry! Not Lachlan! I want to scream it out loud.
But she's right. My migraines were happening increasingly more often before I went to Australia. Except for the one, they disappeared entirely while I was with him. I've never gone that long in between occurrences. "You're right. I didn't have another migraine after I moved in with him."
"See? Orgasms are a physical necessity and should be prescribed by your doctor for good health. There's no reason you shouldn't be having at least one a day. Personally, I recommend three. You brush your teeth three times a day to keep them healthy. Shouldn't your vagina be in tip-top shape too?"
Is she serious? "You mean to tell me that you use your vibrator three times a day?"
"Yeah. It's been working overtime since we left Australia," she giggles. "And I bought an extra just in case I wear it out. Damn, I miss Zac."
Addison and I have been best friends for four years, and I've come to know that she will never understand the concept of TMI. "What's the plan with him?"
"Girl, I'm so confused about what I want. I mean, I'm not confused about wanting him. That much I know. I've never loved anyone the way I love him." She's biting her perfectly manicured thumbnail. It's an unfamiliar sight. "He's asked me to come back to Australia. Indefinitely."
She's crazy about him. I can't believe she hasn't hopped a plane headed back to Oz already. "You came here to audition for this band. Does that mean you're taking the job and not going back to be with him?"
"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm not sure I can up and leave my entire life behind to move to Australia for a guy I've known three months. That's crazy talk, right? My whole life is in the U.S. My parents. My career. You." She looks as though she might burst into tears. "What would you do?"
I love my family and Addison, but there's not a shade of doubt in my mind. I'd be on the first Aussie bird I could find if Jack Henry called and asked me to come back. Maybe I feel that way because I no longer have a career, but I wouldn't even take the time to pack a bag if it meant I could be back in his arms sooner. "He wouldn't have to ask me twice."
"I wish I had your confidence. I'm just so unsure…of everything."
It's easier to be confident in answer to a question I won't hear. Jack Henry will never ask me to return to Australia. I'll never have to choose between him and my career because I have neither. And it's a cruel reality to face.
I wake to the sound of a knock on my bedroom door. Addison slowly eases it open. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah," I lie as I push myself up to a sitting position. Last night was a bad one for me. I tossed and turned most of the night, thinking about Jack Henry. There's no way I've been asleep for more than a couple of hours, but I don't want Addison to feel bad about waking me. "What's up?"
She walks over and sits on the edge of my bed. "I never went to sleep last night."
My contacts are out so she looks blurry, but I can see the troubled expression on her face. "Are you worried about the audition?"
"No way. I couldn't care less about that. It's
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