I got stuff on this one scene, and started having some doubts so I put the story aside and called a non-writer friend to chat.
After we spent a half hour talking about girly stuff, kids, pets, and such, I talked to her about the proposed ending to this menage and asked her opinion. She was kinda silent for a minute, then said, "So, uh, she's like a girl pimp, right?"
Der...what? Girl pimp? Wait. Is that wrong? ^_^
Okay, well, if being a girl pimp means being sandwiched between two really, really hot guys with accents in a sexy setting - um, pass me a Fedora and where do I sign up? (And please don't tell me hubster has to sign a permission slip or something to make it official. I have a feeling he might not approve.) *g*
Speaking of hubster, he came home from work and did the big sexy: he shaved his head. I spent the rest of the evening running my fingers through his hair. We call the cut "getting a Caesar".
I don't quite remember the joke behind the phrase, but it has something to do with Russell Crowe in Gladiator. We used to snicker about it, I remember that much, but the phrase has since passed into all seriousness. Example: Honey, your hair is hair is too poofy. You need a Caesar, stat. At any rate, I love it when he first cuts it. I can't keep my hands off him. His hair feels pretty fab too. ;)
But back to writing that menage... I'm thinking about tempering the ending a bit so my heroine doesn't walk away from the final sexy scene in such a girl-pimp kinda way. It's not a romance, but I don't want it to change who my heroine is so much that she doesn't seem like the same person at the end of the story. *pondering* Oh well, I guess the point is I'm not quite ready to debut a girl pimp story just yet. Maybe one day, though. Hehe!
Happy Tuesday, everyone! ~_^