1990. Like A Virgin.

We were late driving his car back. I figured he'd walked home since he lived so close. The door was open. He walked out of his room like a badass. He gave us this grin. I looked at him.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, yeah.”

I looked around the place.

“Who?”

“Shannon from customer service.”

“That new girl you’ve been talking about.”

“Yep.”

I shook his hand.

“Goddamn, man. Congratulations. Finally.”

Helena shook his hand.

“Good job, Sean. How was it?”

“Oh, fuck. It was like—”

His girl appeared standing outside of his door wrapped in a sheet. Her hair was everywhere. She looked like a bitch. She was rough with him.

“Excuse me, Sean. Are you having fun telling everyone about our sex life?”

He was stuck out there. He was about to find out what sex really meant. She lowered her forehead and beamed at him. I pinched his ass. Helena broke out laughing. Shannon stepped back in, slammed the door, and locked it. It was a psychopath’s move. He ran to the door and started pleading with her. We walked toward the front door. I called to him.

“Later, Sean!”

We walked up the sidewalk. I took Helena’s hand as we passed his window. We could hear her yelling. I looked out to the street.

“And that’s that.”

Helena squeezed my arm and we walked back across the highway where I called a taxi.