Sexual tensions in the neighborhood during quarantine lockdown – Amber the part-succubus texts neighbor couples with invitations they don't want to refuse!
I'm lying in bed, trying to find the willpower to get up and shower, when Joanie comes in. She's got a weird look on her face.
"I just got a weird text from Amber," she says.
"Amber?" It takes me a moment. "Stacked Amber?"
"She wants to know if we want to quarantine together."
I raise my eyebrow at the emphasis she gave the q-word.
She hands the phone to me.
I scroll through the message thread.
I hand Joanie her phone back, at a loss for words.
"What do you think?" Joanie asks. Her tone is careful, measured, but her lips betray her, a ghost of a smirk in their twitch.
What do I think? I think I'm excited. Like I haven't really been since this mess started.