Free The Hero Sandwich by Karyn Gerrard, Gayl Taylor Page B

drunk. Wonder why?
    Glancing at her best friend, she was pleased Nicci decided to come out tonight. Nicci had no idea of her plans, would she be receptive when Connie finally revealed them to her? Ever since her divorce from “the Lizard,” Connie had gone a little crazy. She fell in with a wild bunch of divorced women and they called their group ‘The Posse.’ They made numerous trips to the nail salon and plenty of excursions to bars. Margaritas and exotic male dancers made up their agenda. Nothing dulled the pain like alcohol and tucking a folded ten dollar bill in a gorgeous man’s g-string.
    Connie frowned as she looked down into the depths of her iced tea. All this high living actually masked a hurt so deep and so vast she didn’t think she would ever feel anything again. Nickelback’s rowdy Bottom’s Up blared over the speakers. Connie raised her glass in silent tribute to the song, and then drank deeply. She was already halfway to feeling numb.
    The Lizard cheated on her, more than once, and even brought his bimbos into their bed. Catching him fucking some Barbie doll from behind sliced her heart to ribbons.
    Even in her deepest thoughts, she couldn’t think of her ex-husband by his first name. The Lizard would be his moniker until she ceased to breathe. The one time she gave her heart and trust to a man, he ground it into the dirt. Regardless of her outward attitudes and body language, when she fell in love and married the Lizard, she stupidly thought it would be forever. To Connie, the vows they spoke meant something, she loved him heart and soul. And the Lizard threw it all away. Ten years of marriage, and for what?
    Well, she got her revenge. She took him to the cleaners, but it was a hollow victory. No one understood her pain and her sense of loss. No one except Nicci. They had been joined at the hip since high school. Propped each other up and encouraged each other when they needed it. They certainly needed the support the past couple of years. Nicci experienced a devastating loss of her own. Now both forty-two years old, the time had come for them to move on with their lives and put the past behind them. For some reason, Connie believed deep in her soul what she was about to propose would benefit them both in different ways.
    Mercifully, the music stopped as the DJ took a break.
    “Nicci, see the stud sitting under the Budweiser sign? What do you think?”
    Nicci’s gaze swung to man-meat, her expression knowing and admiring. Ah, Nicci had noticed him already . Taking a sweeping glance about the bar, it was obvious other women had noticed him as well. They’d have to make their move, and fast.
    “A little young, maybe?” Nicci offered.
    Connie laughed. “He’s drinking at the Cougar Cave, of course he’s young, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Connie moved closer to Nicci, and leaned in to whisper. “Keep an open mind. I say we approach him and invite him to our table, have a few more drinks, and all three of us head to the hotel across the street. I already reserved a room in anticipation. I’ve wanted to do this for years, one of my secret fantasies. And I trust no one else to share a man with. Only you, Nicci.”
    Nicci’s body went rigid, more than likely from shock. Connie laid a hand over hers in comfort. Of all the outrageous things she’d proposed over the decades, she knew this one topped them all.
    “There will be no interaction between the two of us; it will be all about him pleasuring us and vice versa. We need this, Nicci. I say we plunge into the deep end of the pool. Man-meat there will be the perfect filling for our hero sandwich. What do you say, should I go to his table and invite him to join us?”

CHAPTER TWO
    Nicci stole another glance at man-meat, as Connie referred to him, took a long sip from her gin and tonic, and set her glass down. She supposed she shouldn’t feel shocked. Connie had always been the adventurous one. A sexual fantasy such as this