Soaketta finished her shift at the Bulk Barn and went home, her head in a whirl as she thought about her forthcoming weekend date with the dashingly handsome billionaire Rude Attaturk. She had never felt so much desire for any man as she felt for him. She had never felt any desire for any man at all! She had always believed that all men only wanted one thing (except for her gay best friend Dave, of course) – but now she, Soaketta, could think of nothing but that one thing: the honeyed touch of his lips on hers, the silky sweetness of his milk chocolate skin, his lustrous caramel eyes devouring her unwrapped nakedness before spraying Coolwhip all over her feverish flesh…
In a haze of lust she walked through the door of her apartment to find her best gay male friend Dave and her best friend for life and roommate Daphne sitting together at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking about her. She could tell they were talking about her because they shut up as soon as she walked in and wouldn’t look at each other or at her. Probably they’d been gossiping about whether she was ever going to lose her virginity! God, why were her friends such bitches? Daphne could be the kindest person on earth when she wasn’t being a complete slut; she was paying her way through college as a leg model for a hosiery company, and all the men were crazy about her long blond hair and her Barbie doll proportions. God, why were men so shallow?
Rude wasn’t shallow, though. A woman could drown in the profound depths of soul to be glimpsed in the shadowy pupils of his eyes, black and bitter-sweet like melted licorice…
“You haven’t been listening to a word I said,” Daphne complained shrilly. She slammed her coffee cup on the table, got up and left the room.
“God, she can be such a bitch sometimes,” sighed the long-suffering Soaketta. “If she wasn’t so loving and kind I’d totes dump her as a friend. I really don't need all these blondes in my life.”
Soaketta’s trusted gay male friend Dave stood up. “I needed to talk to someone and Daphne was the only one willing to listen,” he said.
“Have you finally worked up the courage to come out to your parents? I’m so happy for you; that’s really brave, Dave.”
“No, Soaks,” he replied firmly. “I’ve decided to come out to you.”
“But I already know you’re gay, Dave. You know I think that’s awesome.”
“No,” he replied firmly, “You just assumed I was gay, because I didn’t try to come on to you. I let you go on believing it because we all know how uptight you are around guys and I didn’t want to scare you away. But in fact, Soaks,” he said, thrusting his way between the kitchen chairs to grab Soaketta by both her slim trembling shoulders, “I love you, and Daphne and I have decided it’s time I did something about it.”
Dave leaned forward and covered her mouth with his. Panicking, Soaketta flailed her arms helplessly. This wasn’t the sweet ecstasy she had dreamed of! His lips tasted like – skin, and – salt – and his kiss tasted like – saliva… and his breath was hot and moist and smelt faintly of bitter coffee.. and she couldn’t breathe, but not in a good way like she was holding her breath with awe because the experience was so earth-shattering, but more like somebody was pressing a damp feather pillow, or maybe a freshly dead fish, into her face. Also, Dave was not gay?! Oh, my! This was a real shocker. Mustering all her strength, she pushed him away.
“No!” she cried. “Stop!” But at the same time she wondering guiltily if she had somehow led him on. If only she had known he wasn’t gay, she would have tried to act a bit less friendly around him. God, was it all her fault?
“You’ve got to let those walls come down sometime, Soaks,” he firmly replied, leaning in for another wet-fish-smothering session.
The next thing Soaketta knew, she was inhaling gasps of clean fresh air and Dave was dangling off the ground three feet away from her, suspended in Rude Attaturk’s mighty fist. “I think the lady said No,” Rude rumbled.
Dave couldn’t speak. Rude was holding him up by the shirt collar and it was choking him. Casually Rude cast him to one side. His head struck the corner of the stainless steel refrigerator and he slumped to the floor, motionless. A trail of blood smeared the refrigerator door.
“My helicopter is waiting outside,” said Rude, turning and holding out his hand to Soaketta. “Let’s go.”