Hi Joni. How was the retreat?

Oh, hi Mira. The retreat was okay, I guess. Three days of no screens. Whew!

Tell me about it. So what did you do?

Oh, the usual. Nature walks. Yoga. Tennis. Sex.

Sex, huh?

Yeah, but it sorta happened on a nature walk. There was this cute boy. Nat. Maybe we connected because we both have red hair. Although in my experience that should have sent us flying off away from each other. All the tennis courts were taken, half of them by pickleball players. Stupid pickleball players. And this guy Nat and I were waiting like forever. And then he said he thought he knew where there were some old courts. So we followed the path, and it went on and on, and then we were there. Oh my goodness, Mira, this court was something to behold.

That magnificent, huh?

Ha ha. Magnificently bad. The court was completely overrun by weeds. Pretty weeds, actually. And the net was hanging by a thread. No way could we play. Not that we could have played anyway.

No?

No, because neither of us had any balls. Well, actually Nat had balls, ha ha, very serviceable ones. We decided without really thinking about it that if we couldn’t play tennis, the least we could do was fuck.

The least you could do!

Yeah, we were a good match for each other.

Oh? Who won?

After three lovely long fucks we were all tied up, love-love.

So you going to see this guy Nat again?

As a matter a fact, we both signed up for the one in two weeks. Why don’t you and Carson sign up? We could do some mixed-doubles.