“Damn she looks good right now,” Shane thought to herself.

“What could you have possibly said to him? Huh? What the hell could you have done to make him so upset? Jesus, Shane, as if we don’t have enough things to worry about right now!”

Shane just stood there hunched over with the bags in her hands. How was this her fault? She wondered. Shay was mad at her and now Carmen was pissed too.

“Well? Are you going to explain yourself or are you going to just stand there while the ice cream melts?”

“What? Uh well I’d come in if I thought you’d let me—seeing as you know it’s my house and all.”

“Your house? Oh please don’t give me that crap. You cook dinner here every night? You clean the toilet every week? Please—tell me about how you pay all of the rent on the house and I do nothing!”

Shane took a deep breath and tried to avoid meeting Carmen’s eyes.

“Carmen that’s not what I meant and you know it. Now can you please let me in so we can talk about this?”

Carmen clenched her teeth and glared at Shane but she opened the door wide enough to let her in.

“Thank you. Now can I explain?”

Carmen turned on her heel and walked towards the kitchen, swaying her hips the whole way.

“Fine. Stop staring at my ass and get yours in here.”

Shane walked into the kitchen wondering how it had gotten so damn hard to just have sex with her girlfriend.

“Ok I was trying to talk to Shay about maybe staying with Max for a night this week. He didn’t take it too well. I tried explaining that its only one night and he loves Max and I told him that we love having him and everything it just—I don’t know it just didn’t work out I guess.”

Carmen cocked her head to one side and threw her arms up.

“Why the hell would you want him to go stay with Max, Shane? You know he has been bounced around a lot lately, did you really expect him to be happy about it? Jesus. I can’t even begin to wonder what was going through your mind.”