The party was massive in size. Tons of cars lined the street, and the sound of the music blared so loudly I could hear it before I turned on the road. I found a parking spot between a rusty pickup truck and a BMW. My car slid in, and I patted myself on the back for the great job I did on parallel parking. I slipped my lip-gloss tube and car key in my bra and got out of the car. Sometimes it pays to have big boobs, especially when it comes to storage. I searched the street of cars for Nash’s truck or Lily’s yellow Mini, but saw neither. I hoped they were there; if they weren’t, it would be awkward. I stopped at the stone steps on the front lawn of the house and wondered how to go in? Around back? Knock on the front door? Thankfully a girl came out of the side gate and I knew that was my entrance. She held the gate open for me and smiled. I entered and she said, “Cute skirt.” “Thanks.” I beamed with pride.
