Chapter 84: Carole Landry, 28, a Day of Rest...

What a day! The very frank conversation at Naomi’s. Sending her the photo of Randy. Wendy’s. Contrary Mary. The Bayou Bar. Masturbating side by side. All those photos and videos.

It was as if each episode had inspired them to go one step further — it fed upon itself and of itself was fed. Carole understood that it had been an extraordinary day — a breakthrough day. And the scope of it would be unlikely to be repeated.

Oh, Carole planned — and hoped — to escalate things. But future progress would almost certainly be more incremental — and that was fine. Kate had told her not to push things, to take her time, and reel her best prospects in.

And Naomi certainly was leading the short list of potential candidates. But she was still a long way from where Carole needed her to be.

Carole was spent — she’d sort through the photos and video clips in the morning and decide what to share with her friend. She didn’t want to overwhelm her, although she was pretty sure that Naomi wasn’t having second thoughts. Wasn’t regretting the sexy spree they’d had.

And, Carole decided not to call her, not to make the next move. She’d wait to see how eager Naomi was to continue the fun and games.

Then in the morning Carole opened a text — “I’m glad you’re my friend.” So, no regrets. Carole texted — “Me too.”

If nothing else, Naomi’s admission that she had fondled and kissed her son’s penis was the headline from yesterday. Carole felt that was more significant than watching the motherfuckers. More to the point than even their mutual masturbation.

But Carole was also a realist — she understood that Naomi was no closer to actually fucking her son than she herself was to doing Richie. Still.